You never understand the meaning of a best friend when you are a little girl. When you are little, your best friend is the girl down the road who comes outside and plays, she is the girl who shares her barbies with you, she is the girl who you had your first sleepover with. You find your best friend after years of heartbreak, after girls spread your secrets, and stab you in the back, when you never know it, and least expect it.
That's when I found her, my best friend. We did not know at first that we couldn't live without each other. Junior year, she is running into the locker room crying, I kick everyone out and figure out what is going on. We figure it out, and head outside to warm up our arms.
Fast forward to senior year and she is the other short, little, small girl on the team. Everyone clumped up together, and so did we, we knew we were alike. After being sat game after game after game, we shared a lot on that dugout bench. Driving from school to the field, we eventually began talking more and more. Until the one game, senior night. Senior night, everything was going awesome, all four seniors were on the field and making plays left and right. Until about halfway through the game, her and I both got pulled out and benched. Coach put in two underclassmen. We were devastated. We sat at the end of the bench and just cried and cried. That was supposed to be our game. Our day. We sat at the end of the dugout and watched and sat with each other, waiting and hoping to be put in again, never to touch the field that day. From that moment on, we were inseparable. We went on wing dates, had a little too much to drink together, cried together, went to the beach, all together.
Until fall. Fall, she and two of her friends packed their things and went off to Troy University in Alabama, 124 miles away from me. I missed her so much. We didn't talk immensely when she was up at school but we called every once in a while, then she came home for break. We met up again and it was like we had seen each other every day for the past year. She was there for the fall and spring semester of freshman year. Her friends and her decided to leave Troy, and go all the way down to the University of Central Florida, 142 miles away from me. She liked it for a while, then her and her friends had a huge falling out. Her mental health was not the best, she had long dark beautiful hair, probably down to her butt almost, and she cut it all the way into a pixie cut, she was stunning. She was at UCF for summer and fall semesters, until she decided to leave. She came back up for break and decided to transfer to the University of West Florida, 6 miles away from me. Finally, I had her back.
She is finally here and we hangout out nearly every week, we text and call and snapchat constantly. My best friend is finally back. She's been back for now 4 semesters and I have never been happier. She has helped me deal with my anxieties and going in my waves of depression, she was there for me when my ex and I broke up, she was there when I needed someone to drive me to the airport in Panama City Beach. We went on a road trip across the country, from Florida to Los Angeles, and she gave me the best trip of my life and an infinite amount of memories. She is the best person I have ever met. She is grounded and strong, knows what she wants and does not have a problem telling anyone, and if they do not fit her agenda and do not raise her up, you're gone in an instant. I never thought you could look up to someone the same age as you, but she is my absolute hero. She is my best friend. She is my right hand. She is the one I turn to when I am sad or have any problems. She is the best person in my life, and I wish her nothing but the absolute best, and I can guarantee you, I will be there every step of the way for her. I love you.
