|Posted on February 28, 2011 at 11:56 AM|
Like any kid, my teenage years were a harsh period. I was not at a happy place at the time; I was miserable, actually. Things weren't going too well at home and my best friend, Julie, became the center of my universe. Her and my golden retriever, that is. But the need for Julie was pretty mutual. Things were rather rough at her own home and she needed attention, desperately. We each became the other's life saver.
Gradually, and rather painfully, we grew up. I was forced to move but she stayed on. On friendship remained strong but over the years, it waned. We no longer had the same priorities, no longer needed to use the other as a crutch. We began our life's pursuits without clinging to the other.
Now, we no longer talk. We have nothing to say to one another. It isn't a pleasant feeling to lose the best friend I've ever had but our circumstances are what they are. We grew too much apart. She has a family now, two kids to raise and a house to maintain. I don't. I will, someday soon, but not now.
Today, I went to have a chat with her mother, Lyne. She's like a second mother to me and she's always called me her second daughter. There's a special place in her heart with my name on it. It was bittersweet to be with Lyne, speaking of mundane things. It was nice, though, pleasant. We were able to speak as adults, not only as mother and child.
It brought around the inevitable nostalgia. Thinking of her, being with her, brought around thoughts of Julie, of our life together, of our lost friendship.
But, that's life, isn't it? They say that you meet people for a reason and maybe Julie and I came together when we needed each other the most, when we simply couldn't take another step in life without the other.
Maybe, in the grand scheme of things, we are meant to be together again, friends to the end.
Then again, maybe not.