I often wondered what my life would be like without her or how sad I would be if she died. It was not until this summer that I would be able to answer those questions. No, she did not die, but sometimes I feel like she did, at least the person I knew her to be. But truth is, that person is still there, buried deep beneath the skin. I see her sometimes, but only on special occasions. When she sings, my best friend I learned everything about comes out in the most beautiful and true form-music.
Yes I learned everything about her, but she also learned everything about me and even helped me learn about myself. She was the only person who knew how to help me back up when I was down. In reality, she was the only person who could see past the walls I put around me and see that I was hurting inside. It was for that reason that it hurt most when she left, or I pushed her away, whichever way you look at the situation. It was for this reason that a day has not gone by in which I do not think about her and wish that our friendship was still intact. It was for that reason that I will never find someone like her again-someone I could trust with everything-the only person I've ever been able to trust.
I still wear the friendship bracelet she gave me on my birthday, however cheesy and cliché it is. I've kept every other bracelet that had fallen off after years of constant wear and every other card, picture, gift, or note she ever gave to me. I could never throw those things away even if she could with my stuff. The way I see it, I already lost her as a friend, why simply throw away everything else of our friendship? She was everything to me and I'm going to cling on to whatever I have left of her-no matter how little it is.
What is a best friend? The definition of a "best friend" can very from person to person, but, in reality, a best friend is simply a person who is always there for you, and someone you can't get enough of. Yeah I could write my own lengthy definition and quote a hundred different people on what true friendship is, but when you get right down to it, that's what a best friend is.
She was my best friend. Actually she was the only real best friend I ever had. Yeah, I never said anything about trust in the simple definition of a best friend, but trust is the #2 most important thing in a relationship, right behind the relationship itself. Trust is the most important thing in a best friend to me. Without trust, that person is not much of a friend at all.
She was the only person I ever trusted with everything-every secret, every crush, almost every part of my life. She knows a little about my past, more than anyone else, but I would never tell anyone the whole story. That's one thing I don't trust anyone with – not even her. In spite of that, she knows more about me than any of my other friends, however little I may have. I learned not to trust people at a young age, and I never did until I met her.
With her, I knew she wouldn't judge me, but simply listen to me as I ranted about how much my life sucked or how much a guy would never like me, or just random things that any friends would talk about. She would give me advice if need be or just give me sympathy when I needed that instead. To have someone like that was the most comforting thing in the world, and I'll probably never find someone like that again. All because of one thing I said. People can make mistakes and lose friends all the time, but not someone like her. Who was she you ask? Names are but a label plastered to someone to easily distinguish them. You'll know names soon enough. This is my story.
A/N I am very much aware of the shortness of this chapter. It is just the prologue so don't get all pissy at me. If you like it please review! If you don't like it please review! I am all for constructive criticism. Please tell me if i should continue on! This is my first fanfiction so i don't know if it's very good.