A little story about my best friend.
((Best friend appreciation post))
I've been incredibly emotional ((for several different reason though)) since I moved back to my home town and it's been almost 4 months now. .
But I'm honestly starting to thing this move broke me
I've moved a lot, I made friends that I had to leave, and it's hard every time, but this time.... this time there were bonds that are different, I moved away from some of the best friends I've ever made, and from a man that I fell hopelessly in love with. . . But I'm old enough to understand now, the true importance of those people, the importance that they hold to me and how drastically different my life would be with out them.
My best friend, Dori. . . She literally changed my life, she is the one who initially drew me out of my shell throughout the years that I've known her.(of course with the help of my other close friends and my fiance)
We met in art class in 2009, I was a sophomore that just moved to there at the start of summer vacation and she was a junior who was there for a while. After she graduated we kind of lost touch with each other, but around this time last year, we started hanging out again, and at first I have to admit it was like we just became friends again and it was a little awkward being casual around her, but that changed quickly, and she was soon my best friend again
During the course of the last several months, we were sisters again, then partners in crime ((though we never actually did anything terrible)) and we spent as much time together as we could. . .
She was one of few who truly excepted me no matter what, and we've had one tense moment, just one, where we debated about something that doesn't even matter now, it was the closest thing to a fight we've ever had in our 4 years of knowing each other. She's the only friend I've had were we didn't actually fight about anything, ever.
We did things that I could never regret and we had a few fun adventures with our other partners in crimes and it was just perfect, we had the idealist friendship
The night of August 19th, the night before she went back to college and a week before I moved, me and the man who is now my fiance were about to leave her house, it was late at night and we were standing outside by my car. She started singing softly and I joined her, it being a song we've sung before for shits and giggles, but this time. . . it was different, it was far too appropriate for the moment.
it was Owl City: When Can I See You Again.
We fought back tears as we looked at each other, two sisters soon to be separated. Thinking about it still breaks my heart.
I can't tell you all how much I miss this woman. I get exited whenever we text, seeing as it's not an everyday thing, but it means everything to me, and everything feels normal again, like I'm going to see her when she comes home for winter vacation.
And I know I wont and it breaks my heart all over again.
I'm fortunate to have her in my life. I'm fortunate her have her as my best friend/sister/partner in crime
She is truly one of the most important people in my life.
