A feeling I've had for a really long time is that I am not meant to have long term best friends. Memories of my childhood are of losing good friends for one reason or another since I fought with my first best friend. One moved schools, one building, one life. And over the years there have been good friends, friends I shared a large part of my life with. Ones I called my best friend over and over again. And each has left. Just the city or the country, but left. And I don't know if I lost touch cos I'm lazy, or cos it hurts too much to miss them.
And again, I have 2 great friends. People who listened, talked, shared and cared. One moves cities in 16 days. Another's husband has already left the city, and she will join him soon, someday. And I wonder why we make friends. Best friends.
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