desire v. envy

When I got out of the shower this afternoon, the first thing that I heard was the "missed call" jingle of my cell phone. Upon checking said phone, I saw that I had a voice-mail from my (ex)roomate, Emily. Aforementioned voice-mail was a message inviting me to her and Phill's new apartment that evening to pseudo-celebrate their unpacking. Em-J was gonna make dinner and wanted me to come over and just hang out for a while. So I did. The 5 1/2 hours I spent in that apartment were the best 5 1/2 hours I've experienced in a long time. We sat and talked, Em cooked chicken and rice, we ate at their new dining room table, talked some more, I looked at wedding pictures with Emily and we watched a movie, and the whole time I kept thinking "Thank you Jesus that this isn't awkward". I mean, I've lived with Emily for 2 years now, which means that I have become really good friends with Phill, so things have never really been "wierd" when the 3 of us hang out. It was a relief, however, to know that even though they were in a completely new and different phase of their lives, things were just as fun and relaxed as they've always been...I guess Em and Phill have always been married in my mind...Now the only difference is that they're actually living together. Phill and I threw pillows at eachother, I helped Emily load the dishwasher after dinner and ooed-and-awwed over her decorative choices like a good roomate should (no joking though, the place looks fantastic...y'all should go see it). It was just a nice and mellow evening with just the right mix of hysterical laughter and small talk. If I didn't love those two before, I sure as hell do now. They are as perfect for eachother as two people could ever be.

Jealous much?
Yeah. Me too.