My Best Friend

   When I was younger, I used to keep written journals. I’m not sure why, but it made me feel better to write things down, no matter how little they seemed to be. I wrote down the stories about my first real boyfriend, and most of the seemingly important aspects of our relationship. Everything from the day I lost my virginity to the day he cooked me spaghetti dinner. I wrote it all out when I found out I was pregnant with my daughter, and even the day I saw my fiancé for the first time while I was pregnant, even though he only nodded in my general direction.

The day I met my best friend, whom I affectionately nick named Mikky, I wrote this (in obnoxious green pen):

I met this girl Mikky today. She has crazy dyed hair. She seems kind of awesome. I think we’re going to be best friends.

    Silly as it may seem, that winter we grew to be inseparable. We spent as much time hanging out together as we could. I have countless silly stories written down about things from “Easter egg hair”, to “peanut butter cookies”, to “bubble bath swimming pools”. She was there for me when my brother died, even though my boyfriend at the time left me because “he couldn’t handle seeing me so sad”.

    It seems like every time I’ve been on the edge of a nervous breakdown, she has been the one I could always turn to. She’s helped me pick up the pieces so many times that I cant even begin to count just how grateful I am to have her in my life. How truly lucky I feel every time I see a photograph of us, or find random little notes we’ve passed. We met when I was 16. It’s been 11 years this September, and I feel like it’s been my whole life.

    This is for you Mikky. For the best friend I could ever have, the person who never sugar coats things for me, the person who isn’t afraid to tell me the truth. The girl I’ve adored since we first met. Regardless of how many days/weeks/months it’s been since our last conversation, every time we get together, it’s like we never really spent time apart. Even though our lives go in separate directions, they always seem to meet back up again. You are an amazing person.
 

thank you for being my friend.