Friendship

I believe in friendship. For as long as I can remember I’ve always had a best friend. Someone who was there for me when I was down to pick me back up. Someone to share my secrets. Someone to share my life experiences with. When I was young I believed in only having one best friend. She was mine and I was hers. We were tighter than peanut butter and jelly. We did everything together from playing doll to figuring out how we were going to scam the kids at school out of their swings. We were there for each other no matter what. Her name was Gulie.

As we grew older Gulie and I still remained friends. There were other people in our lives, people who we considered to be our friends but their friendship wasn‘t a match for ours. When we were freshmen, Gulie and I experienced something we had never experienced before. The loss of a friend. Right then and there we made a pack. A pack that no mater what happened in life we would always be there for one another. If we were a million miles apart and one of us needed the other one, we would be there as quickly as possible. No matter the situation or what we had to do to get there, we would be there.

Seven years later, this pack still holds true. We’re not as close as we were, thanks to the growing up part of life but we still talk and we are still there for one another when it matters. If it wasn’t for the friendship that me and her have, there’s no telling what our live would have been like. We were there for one another during the good times and the bad and this is why I believe in friendship.