If my friends were so vastly different, and yet I felt equally comfortable with each and everyone one of them, who did that make me? Was I subconsciously pretending to be someone that I wasn’t in order to fit in, or did each persona that I embodied truly reflect a portion of my personality?
I finally feel like I’m in college. I’ve finally found you. My forever friends.
You’re such a great blessing and every day I thank God for your mere existence.
I hate that I can’t see you every day, but no matter the miles and days and hours that separate us, you are never far from me.
People change. People are selfish. People abandon you. Yes, it hurts. Yes, it is devastating at times. But ultimately it is not your fault.
But I believe strength is holding on to those people who make your life worth living.
When partners do not choose each other day after day, trust and commitment erode away.
I refuse to let you be alone in this. I refuse to give up on you, and I’ll be damned if I let what someone else did draw the ending to these chapters we have been forced into.
The Perpetually Single Friend: Good for needing an excuse to get dressed up and hit the club. Bad for deep conversations, work events.
But before that happens I would have to forget about the words you’ve told me in the past.