Sara was my best friend. I had met her in kindergarten and ever since then we had been inseparable. She was the light of my life. Even on the bleakest days Sara had the ability to make me feel happy because even the tiniest of jokes made her smile and that made me feel like I had a purpose in this world. I did my best to keep that smile on her face. That smile became a drug to me and had me hooked. I did whatever it took to keep that smile on her face. I talked, I joked, and I fought anyone and everyone who dared to wipe that smile away. I did every possible and self-deprecating thing I could think of to make her laugh because you see, the second there was silence, I felt it pressing heavily against my ears. So huge and heavy was this silence that it pushed all breath out of my body. Basically I had become so obsessed with keeping her happy that I was willing to do anything, fight anyone, I was willing to kill for the validation that was her smile. My life revolved around her and I thought my life would end if we were not friends anymore. During all this my soul was in constant agony. It writhed inside me like a caged animal whenever I made a fool out of myself to please her. I was at her disposal. I had surrendered all my thinking and decision making abilities to her. And then....
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An Ode to a Friend
Storie breviThey broke her beyond repair but some people are better at mending than others. This is the story of the girl who found something she had longed for all her life just about when she had lost it all.
