It was our freshman year of high school. Two eager faces unsure of the world. We paired together in class.
It's a moment so normal in high school, yet so unique in the bond it created.
With so little in common, we never ran out of things to talk about. Our two separate worlds formed its way into one. That day I met someone who would become my best friend for years to come.
I moved almost an hour away to a new district. You stayed. Our daily conversations became weekly. The longer we waited to talk the longer the conversations would be. Hours would go by before our moms would yell at us to get off the phone. We would send emails sharing our stories and build upon each other.
Senior year led us down separate paths. Our conversations grew less frequent. That didn't stop you from being my guest at prom. I ditched the limo ride with my boyfriend - aka my actual date - and rode my mom's SUV in style with you by my side instead.
College happened and so did our lives. You went to a university while I settled for technical school.
I graduated and the moment happened. I moved across the country.
At this point, our friendship had spanned five years. I feared to move meant more than just a fresh start. I worried I would lose that friendship.
Instead, we grew closer.
I'd call your house in the middle of the night, leaving a message your mom might never give you. She might have been mad at the time of my calls, but you always called me back. You always reminded me that we are still young and allowed to make mistakes. I reminded you the same.
I met the man who broke my heart. It had broken before, but this was the worst. You met the man that broke yours. Sharing those stories, we had comfort in each other. The distance between us had no effect on our reliance on each other.
And then I met a man who made me completely put my heartbreak aside. You did too.
It's strange how despite our extremely distinct differences, our world's seem to align. We both fell in love again, and had yet a second traumatic heartbreak. Nearly at the same time.
The first person I went to was my best friend here. The bond we share is only one I've shared with you and a few others. I sent you a text and the next day, your call was there. We leaned on each other.
The man that broke my heart, as I shared with you that day, would become my husband. The man that broke yours, is becoming your husband.
I've been married almost 3 years. You'll be married soon.
Despite how little we talk, our bond hasn't gone away. Our friendship hasn't failed.
I will never leave you needing me, and I know you would never do so either.
After so many years of friendship, so many miles between us, I'll always be so grateful to have you in my life.
Thank you for being my long distance best friend.
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