Always and Forever...for a while.
I don’t believe in best friends anymore. It never struck me until one day in college, someone called me theirs, and I just couldn’t bring myself to say it back. Something had fundamentally shifted in my perspective on friendship. Friends are like leaves, I think—each friendship grows in different seasons of your life, but fall always descends with bittersweet farewells; yellowing, fading away, leaving you bare for the winter. Some leaves stay longer, but not forever. I stopped believing in that when my first ‘best friend’ left my life—forever. Saying that term doesn’t really do justice to the bond shared between two teenage girls growing up together. There’s this sort of exhilaration surrounding every small moment, this heady excitement just from being together. It’s the feeling that anything horrible could happen, but it’s less horrible with you. We were the pair of the class, our names were always said together and they fit perfectly, like a rhyme. Looking back, I wouldn’t ...