Regretful desire (Editing)

Regretful Desire

A best friend can be defined with different meanings. Many describe them as someone really close to them. Someone who they trust with anything including their own life.

Others can describe them as a person they talk frequently to, school for example. They see each other almost every day.

Many can also consider themselves like twins, each with similar personalities and attractions. However we also have such relationships like two ends of a magnet, opposites attracting.

I could easily describe that as my friend Clarissa and I. We talked everyday, whether it was in person or on the phone, not one day would pass without us having some form of communication.

But, we were different from each other.

Clarissa was a beautiful blonde with wavy hair, and bright grey eyes. When it came to talking to new people, she was really shy. She was a very talented student,especially in math. A perfect straight A student. Your typical quiet and noble student with outstanding grades.

I, on the other hand, could easily say was a typical girl with wavy/curly light brown hair, and light brown eyes. Basic opposite of Clarissa. Never would you find me in a shy moment, or would you find straight A's in my grade reports. I was more social person and could talk to any stranger without a stutter. Your little social chick who would sometimes even find herself in trouble for talking too much.

Despite the fact we were different from each other, nothing kept us apart. We didn't have to be similar in our personalities, we just had to get along with each other, and love who we truly were. That's all that really mattered. 

I think the best definition for a best friend is someone who accepts you just the way you are. You don't have to worry about your actions or thoughts when you're around them because you know they won't judge you.

A true friendship is about respect, trust, and overall honesty. I believe there shouldn't be any kind of secrets between each other.

Why am I saying this? Because I made such mistake.

Our senior year was supposed to be our best year. The year we were to leave all the bad moments and look forward to living the present. But something unexpected occurred that year, causing drastic changes.

Clarissa and I never had huge fights. Yes, we had our little once in a while arguments but nothing ever so huge and tragic.

I never asked for this to happen. 

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