I have heard before if you cant say it, write it. And because I see no opportunity, or no one to listen, I must succumb to writing.
When a new friendship begins I tend to reflect on how possibly this newfound pairing could end, seeing as most of my past friendships seem just to dwindle out into nothingness, so far out I may question the fact if the friendship ever really happened. I have noted, on several occasions, thinking to myself about how if I and the newly acquainted person across from me could continue acting with our fresh faces on, we would never have issues. But alas, the masks must come off.
Meeting someone with the same name always poses a threat at first. When I meet people with the same common name as me I become wary, asking myself is this person a better version of myself? Is this person going to make me regret ever going by my name? Both of these questions are no doubt ridiculous nor sane. But yet they still popped in my head when I heard about KG for the first time.
KG was older then me, but only by a year. At the time we were both still young, but she was far more established in our group. I, being 12 at the time, was still grouped with the younger generation, while she, on her 13 year old pedistole, was already above me.
But nevertheless, she took me into her life at full speed. KG was known for being the energetic, eager, curly haired blonde that has great potential. How can you say no to being someone like thats bestfriend? You dont. And I didnt.
How we got acquainted was a story that is not worth telling because looking back, I dont think we ever officially introduced ourselves. We just knew.
I had barely know KG when her mom invited me to stay a week at their house. She knew my parents lived far away and wanted to lessen the burden of the commute. Of course my mother agreed to allow me to stay with KG and her family and I was shortly whisked away.
The G family was similar in the sense that family comes first but different on how they portray such. I, being the awkward 12 year old I was, felt very uncomfortable, but very grateful to stay at their house. At this moment in time the only things that I had in common with KG was a first name and the sport we played.
Flash forward a couple of years, KG and I had found a few more things in common, such as certain friends and the love of a funny movie. At this point in my life I still lived far away from KG and would only see her on occasion. But this was all going to change because with the encouragement from the G family and a few other friends my family had made in the years of commuting, we had decided to move closer and that I would attend the same highschool as KG.
But sadly, when someone says that distance makes the heart grow founder, they werent only talking about romantic relationships.
