I met my BFF when I was two years old. We were in preschool together and announced, hand-in-hand, that we were best friends. It stuck.
We lived in the same neighborhood for many years and practically had two sets of parents. I may have spent as much time with hers as I did my own. I was devastated in fourth grade when she moved away. But we did our best to keep in touch through letters and the occasional hour-long phone call. We emailed through college and spent Spring Break together.
Sister and BFF by my side: I'm one lucky girl! |
You know a friendship is real...
- When it lasts for decades, despite miles of distance.
- When you can see a friend after one year of separation and the chit-chat starts up without a moment of hesitation.
- When she leaves supportive comments on those days when a kind word is the best medicine.