As I sit here trying to come up with an interesting topic to write about, all I can think about is how much I love my best friend. I know I know, writing about your best friend is very cliche, but your best friend deserves to be written about. Our best friends do so much for us, and sometimes we don't even realize it!
For the majority of my life, I never knew what it was like to have a friend that would be there for you no matter what. This past year, my life changed a lot and I met a lot of new people, one of them being my favorite person and best friend, Lexie. There are many times this past year that I probably wouldn't of made it if it wasn't for her.
I remember the first time I ever met her, it was during all school orientation. I knew absolutely nobody. Everybody in my grade was mingling and talking and laughing, some seeing their friends for the first time since May, and some seeing their friends again that they've been around all summer. I felt so out of place, and just stood there off to the side. I suddenly understood what it was like to be the new kid. Finally, the teachers separated us into groups. My group was with these three other kids, one of them Lexie. She was the first person I had a real conversation with, and she introduced me to a lot of other people. She made my first day not as bad as I anticipated it to be.
As the year progressed, we got very close. It wasn't often that you would see one without the other. She was always my go-to person. If something happened and I needed someone to vent to, she would be there. One of the reasons I love her so much is because she'll tell me something straight up, she won't sugarcoat. I'm glad to have someone who understands me like she does, someone who doesn't give up on me even when I'm being the most stubborn/annoying human being on this planet.
My boyfriend and I broke up, and my go-to was now gone. She was on vacation. Yet, she still went out of her way to make sure I was okay. I remember she called me at least eight times. When I wouldn't answer, she texted me and told me that she wasn't going to stop calling until I answered her. She knew it was a really tough time for me and she really helped me get past it. What she did that night really spoke volumes about what kind of friend she is. Most people would just send a text and say, "You'll be OK, Cat." And that is a normal, sympathetic interaction to have, but a go-to knows better. A go-to knows it's stupid to ask if you're OK.
All my life I struggled with not knowing who I could trust and rely on. It always seemed that everyone in my life would just leave whenever they wanted and come back in whenever they needed something. Although I haven't seen much of Lexie this summer, it only makes our friendship better. It's like with her being gone all the time, it only makes it more worth it when we finally get to hang out again. That is also why I'm not worried at all about taking our next step together. Because I know no matter what, she'll be there for me and I'll be there for her.
She is my go-to, and I am hers.
