Let's get a little personal again. While I was working on last week's articles, my best guy friend in the world thought it would be a strange topic to write our history. I think it was a smart idea, and I love that I can be open to my readers.

I have a best guy friend that I have known for so long that we lost track, but when people ask we say that our friendship has been since third grade. He has been there for me since fifth grade because I wasn't really acknowledging him in our third grade choir. He had this way of talking to me that I couldn't help but want to punch in the face half the time. In fifth grade, I was his bully but not because I hated him; if anything I had a little girl crush on him and I couldn't comprehend my feelings toward him. He never judged me or my lifestyle, which is astounding since I am a crazy girl (at times).

In sixth grade, we had choir and mathematics together, and I still had that crush but I moved on. Moving on was easy but trying to hide the emotions I had for him was harder than it looked. All of my friends that were girls in sixth grade knew I had the only crush on him, but they also saw me slowly falling for someone else.

When it came to being around him toward the end of sixth grade year, I was avoiding him because of my emotions. Moments when I saw him, I would go hang out with the first group of guys I could catch my eye on, because all my guy friends would actually make sure I was smiling. Seventh grade year was...not going to lie, it was hell. I had to lose my best friend because of so many reasons. When I did see him in person, I would be running late to my class. That year in our eyes was the year we started to distance each other more and more.

I left my seventh grade year in tears because I decided to say "I'm glad I am leaving because I don't have to deal with you anymore" to my best friend. I didn't mean it after I said it. After three years of distance between us, we found so much about each other that we didn't know about each other. While I moved back to New York, he moved to The World of Oz, which went from us being less than two hours away from each other to a five-hour plane ride away. Our friendship has gotten stronger day by day, as we talk every other day.

He is still my best friend, I trust him with all my life problems. He cares about me and I care about him. I'm grateful that we communicate with each other, and even when we don't, we can tell when things are wrong just by the way we text each other or our actions.