My best friend turned eighteen today, at 1:30 to be exact. Now, I just wrote this whole long piece on how I hate it when on posts and people's status they always refer to their "best friend", when really everyone seems to be their "best friend", and they just publicize it to show that they have friends, and I pointed out all these special things about my best friend and what she does or doesn't do, and how great she is...but none of it seemed right; none of it lived up to how she really is - so I erased it. The only thing that matters is she's my best friend, and I can't tell you how lucky I am. She's not just some old best friend that everyone says they supposedly have. She's different. Ever since we were two years old - we've been inseparable. Between playing dress up, restaurant, going through quirky phases, midnight sledding, procrastinating - we go through everything together, and nothing can come between us - even time can't change how our friendship holds - it never has. We've never had a class together in school, though that never stopped us. It's never a normal night when she doesn't come over to my house - even my family asks where she is if she's not here at home...I hate to think about college next year when it comes the time when we can't see each other every day - we can talk, yes - but it won't be the same. I can't stand the thought. I can't express the feeling I get when I think about how much I'm going to miss her. She's the most fun person you'll ever meet and always has the right thing to say - she knows me all too well - when I'm down or when I'm keeping something inside...Whenever we're together we always have the best time and laugh till we can't laugh anymore...In silence, it's never awkward - we don't have to say anything...Do we fight? - ha she's good at explaining that one...She's always positive and can honestly brighten anyone's day and find the good in everyone.
In short, she's genuinely amazing, and the best friend anyone could ask for.
Happy Birthday Kel. I Love You.
About Me
- Elizabeth
- I have the same first name of my mother, the same middle name as the girl I hate, the same last name of every member in my family, cigarettes, a beach, a newspaper, an explorer. How am I "me" if my name's connected to every element of my surroundings? Or is it set up that way; each life bound to another, and each bond linked equal. What about love? Are we suppose to love equal too? Or just be bounded by it and realize we're suppose to love ourselves equally.
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