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For me, the nicest thing one can be is a friend. And by a "friend," I mean someone who is there to cheer you on at shows, cram with you for finals, text you "just because." A friend knows that while partying up on a Saturday night is fun, real happiness comes from late-night banter.
My best friend, Nate, never had to be told how to be a good person-- he just was one. It was Nate who supported me during my darkest hour, no matter how hard it was for him to do so. Without Nate, I might still be in my time of darkness.
One winter, depression decided to show up at my front door. I preferred presents, mind you, but that year things were different. The sadness came for almost no reason. School was stressful, yes, but that was always the case for me. I had trouble falling asleep, but I'd always been a hard light to put out. But, as my doctor told me, depression doesn't have to have a source. Sometimes tragedies bring about sadness; often, though, your brain gets a virus by no fault of your own.
I refused to leave my bedroom. My grades slipped, and when I did show up for class, I flunked every test thrown my way. At first, I turned down invites to hang out. Soon, they stopped coming altogether. That's where Nate came in.
On nights when I didn't want to leave my comfy bed, Nate lured me out with Madden matches and Netflix marathons. I'd cook him my favorite lasagna recipe, and he'd rate it with his Gordon Ramsey impression. Neither my food nor his act were very good, but that didn't matter. We were together.
Nate didn't have to come over. After all, there'd be easier, less tear-filled ways for him to spend his nights. But out of the goodness of his heart-- or maybe, his love for me-- he stood by my side until the end of my depression.