Best Friends Day: A Letter to My Best Friend

Some things are more precious than best friends. Someone can spend your tests and sufferings with people you actually are there. I have a lot of friends, I take care of it deeply. But my best friend after 20 years was rock music. No matter what you talk every day, even if you missed it for several weeks. We are busy even in life and we take a break for a couple of months to deal with it. However, when reconnecting, it seems that time has not passed. I decided to send her an open letter expressing my deep appreciation to the Best Friends Day on 6th June.

The red hair of your fire truck returns to the classroom and the sky table from the hall in front of me. I was fascinated by this small, confident, talented girl. I am sitting next to you, and the next 20 years will happen in an instant. Celebrating my home away from my whirlwind travel to New York and Las Vegas, to the glass wine in my living room, you stand by my side and I love you even in the darkest time

As a single mother, I finally removed the mess that you warned me, and our relationship deepened. When I throw you my clothes, you will never forget your patience and kindness, complaining and even crying. The most precious time outside my children is to sit with you and enjoy a drink on the outdoor terrace to relive the glory days of the youth. The boy we know, the one we lost accepts the people we are

Recently, when people move and grow, friendship seems like a moment, but your friendship with me remains stable. I do not know if we are lucky or just know our contacts are unique and deserving our attention!

When I enter the new stage of my life as a single mother and balance all the tasks associated with it, it is amazing comfort and honor that you are in your corner. You are more than just a best friend ... you are my older sister.

Do you have a close friend? Please tell me your most special friendship relationship. Then call him or her and tell you how much you care.

Over the years, my illusion appeared in my mind: My mother became my daughter, my old friend of my age and we are best friends. We call him in a few hours, write down the other letter in the summer, and someday go to the same university. We think of each other's sisters. This is what we mean. I did not have such a friend. In elementary and junior high school, I took a series of "best friends". Most of it lasted one year, probably two years, then moved to an alliance with the drama before puberty. When I was a high school student, my best friend was a group of girls I did not think she really liked me, they tease me - this clumsy stupid partner - even better. I always have a feeling of "marking", I think that one of them will pick the best one I like.

My best friend was gay when I was a high school student. To this day, one of them is still one of my best friends. He is one of the most wonderful people I have ever met in my life. Of those two, he was a man who did not "go out" when we went to school. Our other best friend knows that his mother knows (and well thanks for it) his mother, but knows that no one else is doing it. It is not well understood. Our other best friend, Andy, came out and was proud. I did not know he was absolutely fucking up. This is the beginning of the 1990s. We live in a very small southern town in North Carolina. Going out and having pride is about the worst thing you can do, except that you are in a race relationship. I do not hate fucking it. The third bad thing you can do is me. I call it "fag hag". I dislike as much as I hate and hate this word.