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I believe that there is one special person for everyone. In my case, the special person is my best friend. It was my freshman year of high school. Like every fifteen-year old girl, I had various problems. One of the bigger problems was between this girl and me. We had been friends, but had a fight, and stopped talking. In the middle of the fight, I began to develop a friendship with another girl. We became extremely close and eventually, we reached the best friend level. This all happened during the second semester of ninth grade. Over the summer, we did almost everything together. I went with her and her family to Hatteras Island and it was the best time ever. When we came home, and returned to school, our bond was still strong.
But as 2010 went underway, our friendship began to weaken. At first, it was just little things. She seemed to be talking to a lot more people, while talking less to me. At the time, I didn’t think twice about it. But then after a weekend in Vienna, things took a turn for the worst. She seemed to be very distant, and after a while, we hardly talked. One night, we talked, and before I knew it, the friendship I had enjoyed and cherished so much was gone. For about two months, we did not talk, make eye contact, or anything. It killed me, but I put on a smile and pretended that it didn’t bother me.
But one night, I got a message on Facebook and it was from her. It said, “Can we talk? Please,” and, instinctively, I grabbed my phone and dialed her number. We talked for hours as if nothing had ever happened. The next day came with many varied reactions, but I could have cared less. She is my best friend, and in this case, my “special someone”. We can say whatever and do whatever with each other without having to explain anything, we can look at each other in class and know exactly what the other is thinking, we can act like complete fools in public, we can finish each other’s sentences, and we can even fight and yell at each other and at the end say “What are fighting about?” It’s hard to forget the countless memories from the beach, from guys, from making cookies at three in the morning. Honestly, I would not trade any of that, even the bad times, for the world. Like she said on the phone, “I could never imagine calling anyone else my best friend.”