A Funny Story. A Forever Friend.

When we stop and think about the small moments that lead us here today, it’s almost impossible to deny destiny. For example, my best friend. Our friendship grew out of the most unusual circumstances – and I’m so very happy it did. We’ve been through a lot… almost 10 years of friendship and a roller coaster ride at times, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

We went to the same high school but always had a different group of friends. In 10th grade our circles of friends started to become closer, but I still can’t remember speaking to her very much at first. Basically, the reason we began to talk was that in 10th grade my first ever skater-boy-boyfriend dumped me, and started to date her! As if life couldn’t be more ironic, we ended up going to Italy together weeks later, with our school’s art students – and had to sleep in the same room.

How many girls could have said that within those 4 walls, they could have built a forever friendship with the girl that stole her boyfriend? (She didn’t really steal him – I mean, we were in 10th grade after all.)

I don’t think it would have worked in most cases. What it took was two awkwardly hilarious individuals with kind hearts and open minds. That’s the reason we became friends in Italy, and that’s the reason we are still friends today.

I owe a lot of who I am today to her. She’s picked me up at my lowest, she loved me even when I wasn’t lovable and she never gave up on me. There’s nothing that I could ever do to repay her for being my friend, especially when I didn’t even deserve one.

Through broken hearts, bleeding limbs, lost jobs and failed classes. Through new love and new friends, new puppies and new homes. To our crazy business ventures and never-ending imagination, our karaoke silliness and rolling down grass hills. You’re my best friend, you’re my family. I love you and I’m forever grateful to have you in my life.

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#gogetmesomebread #poursomesugaronmeeeeee #italysistasforlife

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13 comments

  1. I love you beyond recognition! And I am forever lucky that you have been (and continue to be) one of the greatest things in my life. You are an undying star, always shining bright and bringing hope to all in this dizzying cosmos that is life. I love you, your positivity, your creative talent, your pure loyalty to family & friends and your passion for life & love. Thank you for this lovely blog post, I am undeserving of such a friend. Truly.

    xo

    PS. I totally stole your boyfriend. (I mean, it means we both have great taste.) #justsayin

    GO GET ME SOME BREAD! #italyforever #letsplana10yearreuniontourthroughitaly?

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  2. The biggest ingredient in a best friend is someone whose actions you respect and who you can truly be yourself around.
    ~Renee Olstead
    Friendship isn’t about whom you have known the longest… It’s about who came, and never left your side.

    ~unknown

    This blog post is beautiful. You and your best friend are truly a family forever. 🙂

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      1. Yes. I’ll share something with you.
        I have had two best friends in the past. They all abandon me, and both of them we’re bitches at the time. My best friend gabby, she’s been there for me since day 1. We still keep in contact, and I have told her how much I really appreciate our friendship throughout the many years that we’ve been here in this planet earth. Friendship is something to hold on to. Don’t ever let it go, no matter how bad it gets, just stay together and be happy. That is what this world needs right now. Happiness. 🙂

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