Archive | April, 2015

Death of A Best Friend

19 Apr

Growing up I always had a traditional concept of what a best friend was. Someone who you spoke to all the time, had sleepovers, shared cloths and only talked to about your deepest darkest secrets. As I have grown, I have watched the concept of the best friend die. I have many friends who I admire, enjoy and secretly wish I could be like them.

For a while I struggled with the idea of having one best friend to now having many. I have accepted that at this point in my life there is no such thing as the best friend. Just many friends, who I enjoy different parts of my self with.

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