When Disaster Strikes

The first time we moved to Colorado I was happy. Whether I was happy that I was moving to a bigger place, having a new start, or a place with more books, I'm not sure, but I was happy. I had known we were going to leave eventually, so I had taken my friendships lightly. Always glad they were there, but at a distance. Everytime we moved I had a few friends to say goodbye to, but I knew that after a few years we would grow apart. Something happens when you move. Your close friends become distant and the secrets you whispered are now talked aloud through the phone, you miss out on the everyday drama that changes the people you know best, and you seem to lose connection with the progressing friend you've left behind. To you they are the same people in your pletiful memories, they're still that same age, like those same things, and feel the same way. So how are you supposed to grow along side them, carry their burdens, and keep their secrets when there's no one there? Well none of my friends ever were. Until now.

This is the story of those two miraculous friends I never knew I needed until they were gone, and the heartbreak and trials we never cease to break through.