Lula is my soulmate. I’ll swear up-and-down that God put us here to look after each other.
Lu’s wicked smart and perversely funny. Drop dead gorgeous but doesn’t know it. She has long black hair and blue eyes that rival my own. Horribly protective - she kneed my ex in the crotch - and would drop everything if I needed her.
We met when we were seven. At the time we were both training on the same pony and HATED each other for absolutely no reason. We went on like this for about two months, if looks could kill we’d both be in the ground, until she brought a new tail comb to the barn and
begrudgingly let me borrow it. I was able to show her how to braid the pony’s tail - we’ve been attached at the hip ever since.
Lula was the first girl I kissed. I realized I was bisexual, she confirmed that she was straight. It was never a thing. We’ve never been apart for more than two weeks and even that was torture. I swear she can read my mind. Mum says we’re “eerily alike”. The two of us are just in sync, where one is the other’s close behind.
At sixteen, when we got our licenses, we began an unspoken ritual(?). When of us has a problem we’ll text or call and simply say that we need to go for a drive. We always end up driving until we’re in one of the surrounding cities and can’t recognize anything around us. It’s easier to talk about your problems when you’re hours away from them. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve called each other in the middle of the night in tears and just driven around until the sun came up.
I call her every morning even though I know I’ll see her in a couple hours. If we don’t call at night she’ll, without fail, send me a text, “Goodnight my Shabby xx”.
I could talk about her forever, I have a million and one stories of our escapades. But I won’t because I’m gonna cry and no one wants that lol. I love her to the moon and back. Always.