I think someone you can call a “true” friend is something very rare to come by. We all have our friends and our best friends, but how many “true” friends can you say you have?
Ever since I was a toddler I never saw the point in friends. I only wanted to hang out with my older sister. Obviously as I grew up I made friends of my own, but (sorry for sounding dramatic) I believe friendships cause pain. To spare the boring details, simply the friends I had known my whole life all stabbed me so deep in the chest when I met Shad that sometimes I still don’t know how I consider them friends. (I do still remain close with two of them though.)
Getting to the point of this post: I met a girl named Caroline in middle school. I considered her a “bad girl” so to say, so never really felt interested in talking to her, but high school rolled around and though I forget how, we started to become closer. She even joined the soccer team after my endless begging. She moved across the country from me the summer after our Sophomore year. Today she sent me this:
We always say to that to one another. And those letters in the heart; my initials.
Now, when it comes to couples getting names tattooed on each other, I frown upon it, but for some reason having a friend who would permanently ink me on her body made me want to cry.
I haven’t seen Carly for two years, and we are poor at communicating via electronics, so I often feel like I’ll be forgotten. But this just made me feel like there’s no way we could ever forget one another.
Carly is my one special friend that I could never find another of if I searched the entire galaxy. She truly is another part of me. The wild outgoing part of course! I’ve never been able to truly be myself around anyone. Say how I truly feel, act how I truly am. But with Carly it’s always been different.
I can’t even begin to describe some of the crazy moments we’ve gotten ourselves into or the inside jokes we’ve created.
Caroline has never hurt me in the slightest way. (Besides not moving back to where I am! But I can’t blame her for that.) I miss her every day, but I can’t help but feel how lucky I am to have found someone like her. My out look on the world I have to admit is bleak, and my view on humans as a whole is even worse, but those rare people you find…They make the light in the world shine so much brighter. I’d be lost if I didn’t have a friend like Carly.