An ongoing story

Chapter 4- The friend who became a sister

            "Hi. I'm Katelynne" It all started from that phrase. I remember it like it was yesterday. Me and her against the world we made in our imagination. The basic blonde-brunette friendship. This friendship meant so much more to us than we had realized. She took my hand when I was sad, and I hers, when she needed me. Just a year older, I never got the chance to see her develop in high school. If only this universe had given me one more year.
Since age 6, I remember doing everything together. She saw me at some of my weakest points. And she never seemed afraid of what came next. Some people have friends, and some people have close ones. But I was lucky enough to get both.
            Every day was an adventure with my best friend. Even the days we were away from each other, we'd still laugh, and talk on the phone of ideas of things we can do when we see each other. Still, sometimes I had felt empty in her presence. As though she wasn't there, or maybe I just wasn't there enough? We had our normal friendship fights, but there were times we'd go almost weeks without contact. But I believe we needed that. Because our friendship wouldn't be as strong as it is now. We wouldn't be able to look back, and see the reason we're where we are now.
             There was a moment I wanted to die. Where I felt I had nothing, and no one there to comfort me. But there she was, on the other side of that phone, and the world didn't seem so lonely. Thousands of miles between us, and still, nothing could break our bond.
Every summer my best friend would leave in July, and she'd never be there for my birthday. But even if she wasn't physically there, she'd call at 12 in the morning, and go, "I was the first one!" And laugh. It always brightened my day. She'd send me gifts, knowing just what to get me. And she'd listen to my rants about how i missed my mom and sister, and how much i wished they'd be there when I turned another age. She kept me happy when I needed it, not just on my birthday, but on other holidays, like when easter came by, and I was reminded of what my mother had said to me. Every time my mind would flow to that thought, she'd push it away, and make me smile about the good things.

            Out of all the people in my life. All the friendships, and all the relationships, she's never left my side. I will forever love her, and forever trust her with everything I have. My best friend has always given me the words i need to hear, even if they were the harsh truth. She'd tell me she'd always be here for me, and she's proven it.