Destiny Vignette//Forever Friends

Forever Friends

I once had a friend who went to Thailand when I was in second grade. I wrote about her leaving and my waiting once. Well, eight years was a long time to wait…. Nine years is longer. I didn’t know it back then, but I would wait that one more year. And so I did. I was a freshman in high school, and the year was almost over.

That’s when she came back. I didn’t believe it—without warning, she showed up. Actually, I had received an email from her about a month before that. She said she was packing up and was coming home, so I wouldn’t be able to talk to her for a while. She came to my school all the time after she finished unpacking and settling into her new home, and she met all my friends from High Tech. My boyfriend, my other sisters, and everyone, and when she was there, it was like she never left. She had changed a lot, but since we always kept in contact, it never felt like so much time had passed. Maybe that’s how I was able to hold on so long. And I still knew her like we lived our whole lives together, which we actually did, since we’ve known each other since kindergarten.

We began trying to convince our parents to get her into High Tech so she could spend sophomore year with me. We spent a lot of our summer together, too… or at least, as much as our parents would let us. We kept talking about what we would do next, like getting jobs and where we would live, like that project I did in eighth grade.

Sure, we had our little disputes; we always did, but I always made up with her quickly, which was strange since I usually took weeks to make up with friends. I guess I didn’t want to lose her again, because like my other friends, her value is priceless and I cherish her so much that I would do anything for her.

We didn’t have to kill ourselves trying to get up early in the morning or staying up late to try and talk to each other anymore. We weren’t across the world from each other anymore. Even if she stayed in Thailand longer, I would still wait, because that’s what good friends do. We were better than good friends, though. Better than best friends, great friends, and maybe we were closer than sisters or family.

It’s a bit childish, but I can’t find any other way to describe it—we were friends forever, and always would be. We would be friends in the next life, and we were friends in the past life. That’s what we both believed.

We were friends then and from then on, and are still friends from now on.