Sometimes we wonder why we are friends with people. Well right now I am feeling sappy. Very sappy. You see, I have two best friends and one of them I know how we became friends but not when. The other I remember plenty on how we became friends.
June 12th and 13th are hard dates for me. Instead of crying, I will remember one of the best things that came out of the horror (you can bitch me out later).
We are now going on five years of friendship. The majority of that time we have lived hundreds of miles apart. We are friends because of facebook, livejournal, and tumblr. At first glance our friendship makes no sense. At all. The distance, the differences, everything. Because of this, we are honest with one another to a fault. If I ever need to lie to her, the world has to be ending. We do not share our lives together. If anything we are the commentators on one another’s lives:
“Are you nuts!”
“So I like this guy…”
“That is so cute!”
“Seriously? I need to get my heart broken so you will stop thinking me like someone is cute.”
Now I will admit that I remember what I say better then what she says. After four years our conversations are about our lives. Love, family, career. We are adults— now anyway. We talk about everything. A common theme (yes, I will use this word) is that I try to prevent her from screwing up and she encourages me to get screwed (I feel clever now). This is the truth of our friendship. Once she called carbon copies. We are the exact same person, just oppositte.
This is a short post, but I hope she knows that I do love having her in my life and always want her to be happy (I am the sappy one in this case). I know it is hard being my friend. She goes as far as to list me as a sibling on facebook.
So I will conclude this with the story of the moment I think we became friends.
An anxiety ridden me had broken out in hives. I missed school because of it. The next day I was fine. In the cafeteria that morning a girl who I had Algebra, English, Global Studies, Physics, and Health with, came up to me and said, “You were gone yesterday.” Just a statement. Despite our class having forty students in it and the fact that I was a part of a different “group” no else had mentioned my absence. Later that night I wrote a philosophy, “All we want at the end of the day is someone to notice when we are gone.”
Later I would find out that she befriended me because she thought I was cute. I befriended her because she was my foil (a relief after being bff’s with my Indian twin). Over the years she has tested me and I her. She is one of three people I trust completely. Thank you.