I don't know how to start this, do I begin with how we met? Do I begin with the real beginning, where we really began?
I don't know...
I guess, I should introduce us. I should introduce myself, I should introduce her.
You see, I'm just a teenage girl with blonde hair and green eyes and a completely non reckless lease on life. And you don't know me, I'm pretty ordinary actually. I look average, I act average. Average. I'm just a girl with abandonment issues, low self esteem and a life that's been done to many times before. Don't think I'm being hard on myself, I'm just stating the facts.
But she, she's different. She's been through more bullshit as a kid than most adults do their whole lives. A secret ginger with dark brown hair and warm eyes with quite the obsession of a certain British/Irish boyband. She's always a little sad even though you can't tell unless you really look, she always looks like she's just ran a marathon while holding the world on her shoulders and I think that's extraordinary.
I'm not even going to try and explain what she means to me because I don't think they make words for people like her, and in a way I idolize her but that isn't fair. I put too much weight on her shoulders and I shouldn't, I try not to.
This story begins with a two hour phone call, but our stories start somewhere else. Somewhere we don't talk about anymore. So let me tell you about it, the phone call. It started when I came home from a panic attack I had in my ex boyfriends car while his mum drove me home. I wasn't okay, we talked about everything. All our fears, everything that had stayed bottled up inside for years but two hours wasn't enough, though we hadn't said everything we did understand. That was the phone call that inspired this, this memoir of our friendship I guess. A life long thank you letter.
At least, that's what i thought this would be. But hey, things change don't they.
People...change.
