We.

She was my good friend, no... best friend. I met her in July, a century ago, but to me it was a second ago. I walked into that class all shy and nervous and you were there. Sitting down listening to the teacher, I was late and so scared. After I sat down the teacher asked us to get into pairs and that's when you and I paired up, when we changed our "I" to "We". I was told to draw a picture of you, well to try. I drew a picture that made you look retarded, then we were told to tell each other about our vacations, you kept mispronouncing this word, then you asked me to eat snacks with you, that's when we started to eat lunch together.

We were bestfriends by the end of the month, we were inseparable. But then as the year past we fought occasionally. We were separated for days, united for some. We were putting distance between each other. The whole summer, we were parted. By the second year, I knew I was going to leave. My brain told me that that wouldn't happen so soon, but deep down in my heart I knew it was gonna happen. That's the thing about friendship, you're bestfriends from the start, but things start getting between you. Boys, friends, hobbies, clubs, like and dislikes, but also the one most painful thing, time. We hardly had any classes together, we hardly talked, only passing simple comments in the hallways. I only had one class with you, one hour out of 24. We lost the connection.

I remember the first Halloween we spent together. You invited your incredibly annoying friends, except one girl. I wanted to experience the thrill, I wanted to be scared, like the "I pissed my pants" scared. Of course your friends didn't allow that. I remember on that Halloween someone decided to throw granola bars out of their window instead of candy. I got a bump on my head that night. The second Halloween was blurry. It has only been a few years ago but I forgot it like the day of my birth. That's when I knew, our friendship, was a goner.

We went out shopping together and we had so much fun. That's when I thought that our friendship would never end. Even with the little time we had, we were bestfriends, like before. I was annoying at times, you were too. But finally everything was back to normal, me being the tomboy and you being the hipster. But then, nothing lasts forever, eventually our time had come to an end.

Like predicted, I was leaving. You were my bestfriend, my first bestfriend. It hurt a lot. We spent so much time together after we found out, like they were the last days of our lives. Except they weren't the last days of our lives, they were the last days of our friendship. I counted my days, dreading July. I hated July and I loved it. That was the month I found you, and the month I lost you. I'm not lesbian or anything, but I loved you. It wasn't the love love type where you kiss and stuff, it was the type where I could tell you all my secrets.

On my last day at school you gave me a note and a poster filled with pictures of us. I told you I wrote you a five page goodbye letter, lie. It was only three. Alas, I never gave it to you, not because I was lazy, because I didn't believe our friendship was over. Over the summer, I never talked to you once, never. It was pretty sad, I must say. That's when our friendship turned from "we" back to "I".

Our friendship went like every other long distance one. First we started chatting online once a day. Then we sent emails once every few days. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and months turned to years. Most of the time, you only last two months before you lose full contact.

After three years at my new school, I was a junior. I was minding my own business one day, listening to Mr. Randler talk about Shakespeare. You came in. My eyes widened like saucers.

We were bestfriends again from them on, we were invincible. Everything lasts forever, except they don't. We keep things in our minds and as long as it's in our mind, we'll never lose it. Except it's just a memory, not the real thing, a model of what happened.

I thought we were going to have husbands who are bestfriends and children who are going to get married to each other. But our dreams died. If someone asked me which city I'd rather go to, the city of dreams, the city of hope or the city of love? I would reply "f*** off!" because they're all fake. We had a dream, we held on to that little piece of hope, we loved each other in a friend way. But we drifted off. I started hanging out with the popular people while you hung out with the slackers. By the end of senior year we never saw each other again. I went off to university in L.A and you went off to university in Connecticut.

Eventually I got married to the quarterback, the one who you were crushing on. I had three kids. I remember this day like it was yesterday, except it was three years ago in July. I was shopping for some steaks for dinner, when I saw you. You were there, buying a bunch of ice cream, crying your eyes out. I went over to you and hugged you.

From then on it was me and you again. You got married to the runner back and had one kid. We were bestfriends again, it was like our friendship was revived. Exhumed from the dead. I believed our friendship was so strong that death could never divide us, I was wrong.

Never was I so wrong, a week later you got into a coma. You stayed in that coma for a year until Daryl, your husband, decided to pull the plug. That was the day I truly lost you. Through the whole year I dreamed you would wake up and we'd be friends again, you didn't. The day he pulled the plug, I was heartbroken, I had to let you go.

Here I am after two years. Standing next to your grave in July. I'm holding a picture of you, except that's not you, is it? It's a memory, the real you isn't even underneath me in the ground. The real you is gone, this isn't you. You may last forever in my mind, but only in my mind. If someone asked my which city I'd rather go to, the city of dreams, the city of hope or the city of love? I would reply "The city of dreams, because you'd be there."

They say that some relationships last forever, but that's an incorrect concept because our friendship was real, real things inevitably die.