What is there to lose? Something special.


There have been a lot of people in my life that I have defined as my best friend at some point.

I have always had that one person who I do everything with.

In elementary school a girl that lived right up the street, and who drove me to school senior year, and then later became my college roommate. Her barbies are boxed up and in the attic with mine.

Another girl came along in middle school, and we were inseparable for almost seven years. We did everything together. After school we always hung out. During the summer we basically lived with each other’s families. We experienced social media–AIM, Myspace, Facebook–and got our first cell phones. When I got my license I drove to her house. It ended abruptly for a reason that I now realize was completely stupid.

Also in middle school, another friend became my most important confidant. We were the leaders of our group during high school. The crazy ones who knew how crazy we were. The two of us were strangely perfect together. She broke my heart. It is a friendship that I will never forget, and that I will probably never fully understand.

These days I have the best friend anyone could ever ask for. We talk constantly about nothing, just because. We run errands together, even if it is just to get gas. We drive around until two a.m. when one of us is upset, and blast rap music that we otherwise wouldn’t listen to. I am forever grateful for this person.


Somehow we lose people. We lose track of relationships. Relationship and friendships that were once the highlight of our lives.

My risk tonight was the message I sent to my best friend that I practically grew up with. Our friendship dissolved after seven years. She responded in the best possible way, reminding me that time heals.

The point of sending the message was not to rekindle a friendship or to clear my conscience.

I wanted her to know that she was a part of my life. So many memories that I have are attached to my relationship with her. Everyday there is something. Almost all physical evidence of our once close bond has been erased. Only a few pictures remain. Old toys are nostalgic.

I will never understand how a seven-year friendship could practically disappear within a matter of years. Both of us are in college now. I have to admit that, when we were friends, I imagined her being my college roommate, a bridesmaid in my future wedding. Countless hours made for countless memories.

Before tonight, we hadn’t spoken in four years. Will we become friends again? Maybe, but it is not likely. At least I can say neither of us has forgotten about the other.

We enter the lives of those around us, unaware of the impact that we can make.

Do not leave someone else’s life in silence. Trust me, four years of remembering that time goes by faster than you know.





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