Friendship is an interesting concept if you think about it.
When starting kindergarten we met people we have never even thought to exist before. We found people who were like us and took a liking to them in an instant. We giggled, played, and learned together. We were innocent and took everyone and everything in with open arms because we did not care who thought what.
Junior high came and we started separating into cliques. Our kindergarten best friend is now at the bottom of our "cool" list and we could care less about what happens to them. We made friends with people who thought they were popular and nothing could ever phase them. We became part of the disgusting circle of people who looked down on others just because of their clothes, how much they studied, or simply just the music they listened to. Junior high was a giant ugly beast that sprung at us with fangs and claws demolishing us to a pulp.
Then high school came. Those cliques we hung around with in junior high? Well, they were in our past now because we finally realized who was true and genuine. At least I did. High school was still filled with cliques, although not as known as it was in junior high. We all still huddled in our circles and only talked to certain people, but these circles were filled with people who we believed to be on our side. These friends were the friends who were always there, but we never wanted to be apart of each other because some of us were friends with the "popular" ones before our lives depended on one another. You know what else? We grew up.
We grew up with more knowledge about ourselves, others, and life itself. We now had a different outlook once freshman year came and went. After that first year, we realized that we could overcome anything that high school threw at us as long as we had each other and the friendship that was stronger than any other force we had ever felt before.
On a more personal level, I had that type of friendship. The friendship that was a group of eight individuals, including myself, who each brought their own flavor to the group. We were attached at the hip with each other the first three years of high school. We sat at the same lunch table together for three years. That table had seen us at our happiest, our worst, our funniest, and so much more. I only say three years because once senior year hit we all sort of fizzled out with one another. Of course we still cared for each other like no other, but it's normal that we all broke apart from one another in some way. I blame it on being with each other everyday for years and years.
That's alright though. We grow and become new people once graduation hits and it happened to each and every one of us. While some of us still talk to each other, others don't. That's perfectly fine because I will always hold onto the memories of us laughing until we cried, joking around until one of us became annoyed, and enjoying those two band trips we took to Chicago and New York.
I do not think about the negative memories. Yes, those moments shaped us into who we are now, but I like to remember the good times we had because I will hold onto those forever. If any of you are reading this, you know who you are and I want you to know something.
Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being there for me all those years. Thank you for gracing me with your friendship and letting me be in your life. I love you. I love the friendship that we all shared and I will cherish the littlest things that came with it forever. Those years being friends with you all were the best years of my life and I hope that one day we can all see each other again. The original group who didn't care what others thought of us and always had fun.
