I can't even remember a time when I wasn't bestfriends with Alex. West Palm Beach, where we grew up, was our wonderful, sunny playground. We'd spend hours on the beach, trying to perfect our tans and spend long hours talking about those unimportant things that are so important to kids. Even though I didn't get to see him as much as other best friends did, the time we spent together was always fun.
That's why I was so heartbroken when my family moved to New York when I was 15. Alex and I had been through so much, and now I had to leave it all to go to a place where it was noisy, crowded and had sunshine about three months out of the whole year. The day I left, we sat in the swing on my back porch, as we so often did, and Alex told me that he would miss my friendship more than I would ever know. Then, right before he left he hugged me whispering, "You'll always be my best good friend Sky," which is something that he always called me. I always thought it was corny and stupid, but now I thought it was the sweetest most appropriate thing to call our friendship. I tried to keep in touch with him at first, but he suddenly got "too busy" and we eventually lost track of each other. It's sad because he was the only one who truly understood me, and even now I sit here amongst all of my friends here at college knowing that none of them could possibly ever know the REAL me like Alex did.....
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