About A Girl
You entered my life as nothing but an acquaintance.
Shy, quiet and small, you were the complete opposite of my gangly, overbearing, spastic self. Your intelligence intimidated me, who could barely do my times tables and whom only seemed to excel in english and art. I didn’t like you at all.
I don’t recall the day we became friends. One minute we barely looked at each other, the next I couldn’t live without you. We’d climb trees, make up dances to horrible songs, talk about boys and all those other terribly cliche things that girls our age did. But we weren’t like other girls our age. I think that’s why we were perfect for each other…
Wearing one roller blade each, we’d fly down the street like idiots, shouting things at each other until one of us fell over and the other nearly wet herself laughing.
We’d sit in the backseat on the way to basketball training and make faces at other cars, tissues shoved up our noses, water running from our eyes.
We’d walk home together through desolate, gloomy streets and I’d tell you ghost stories, or retell the plot from a horror movie I’d seen and that you were banned from ever seeing. And then we’d hear a strange noise behind us and without even looking to see what caused it, we’d run all the way home screaming.
We wrote stupid stories together and submitted them to our teacher as class work only to have it handed back with a note asking us to rewrite it completely and leave out all the nasty insults to each other that made us laugh hysterically.
We got kept in during lunch time to clean out our lockers, which were breeding grounds for mould and insects due to being filled with food and rubbish from months past.
You’d trick me into eating food you’d put up your nose and I’d find out and lose my shit for hours. But I always forgave you until the next snot covered jelly bean found its way inside my mouth.
You’d challenge me in the times table ladder game simply to humiliate me, knowing full well I’d lose dismally within in seconds, but I would never get mad. I had so many stories of your embarrassing moments to tell people, we were always even.
We were the only two girls to not get asked to the grade six graduation and the only two not to care to ask anyone either. We probably would have been each others dates if we weren’t assigned the last two pathetically available guys.
When you broke your arm, your first words to me were “I fell off a gate. Don’t laugh” and I of course could not stop laughing for hours.
We’d tell disgusting stories in large group settings and get stares of horror, but we remained oblivious. No one understood us. No one was like us. And we couldn’t have cared less.
When you moved away, I was heartbroken. I was alone. A solitary weirdo among a group of normal high school girls. There was no one to talk to, no one to be an idiot with, no one to laugh with. Just a large empty hole in my world where you should have been.
When I visited you in Perth for the first time since you left, I felt like everything had changed and would never be the same. But by some miracle I found that you were still the same best friend I had come to adore. No matter the distance, we’d always be together.
When you visited me and found a story late in the night about our friendship, and about the pain in my heart due to your everyday absence, you climbed into my bed in tears. You felt the same way.
It’s been years and years and that pain has never gone away. But our friendship has never faded either. You are my best friend, and you always will be. We can go a whole year without speaking and still pick up from where we left off. You are the sister I never had.
If I believed in soulmates my dear friend, you would be mine. You are my other half. The single being in this world that truly understands me, feels things the same way as me. We are connected even when we are apart and shit, I love you with everything I have.
You are moving back into my life in less that two weeks and I feel like, finally, my life is going to turn around! No more emptiness. No more trapped feelings. No more depression? Well, maybe that’s asking a bit much, but I know that that hole is going to be full of you once more and I’m going to be happier than I have in years.
So, to my best friend, my sister, my soulmate…let the fun times begin and the rest of our lives unfold together!
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