Dear High School Friends….

“My name is Kelly. I am an Irish Dancer — at least I used to be. I have a wonderful boyfriend. And I have a few best friends. This neighborhood is just a little place somewhere in the world. Maybe it’s a lot like your world, maybe it’s nothing like it. But if you look closer, you might see someone like you. Someone trying to find their way. Someone trying to find their place. Someone trying to find their self. Sometimes it seems like you are the only one in the world who’s struggling, who’s frustrated, or unsatisfied, or barely getting by. But that feeling’s a lie. And if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find you and make it all okay. Because we all need a little help sometimes. Someone to help us hear the music in the world, to remind us that it won’t always be this way. That someone is out there. And that someone will find you. (This quote has been paraphrased from OneTreeHill).

Ahhhhh, spring. The sun warms up the pavement, the trees begin to blossom and the sky is fooling my eyes into thinking that it is a better shade of blue than it was yesterday. As people begin to come out of winter’s hibernation, they start to explore what it is like to breathe in the fresh air, once again. The season change from winter to spring is always much anticipated and very much welcomed.

All of this growth and change and happiness brings me back to the spring seasons that high school gave me makes me miss my best friends. Even two years later, those years were some of the happiest of my life. We were overwhelmed by the combined feeling of being both invincible and miniscule. We shared our hopes and dreams and our views about life and love and who we wanted to become. We experienced a lot of “first times” together and we experienced a lot of “second” and “third times” as well.

This spring is different, but the feelings are still the same. Maybe it is because I moved back home. Now, I am the only one left home. After graduation when I plan to move away, I feel as if I will be the only one gone. I am on the opposite schedule of my best friends from high school but somehow I feel the clasp of their hands around mine with every step I take. I am so proud of the growth each of us has gone through and every journey we have chosen. Some of us have chosen to study abroad and experience the world, some of us have chosen to end relationships and start new ones, some of us have chosen to figure out who we are trying to be in this world, and some of us are just rolling through the motions of everyday.

Don’t get me wrong our distance has many changed things, but not the love we share for each other. For the love that bloomed at the young ages of 14 and 15, is a love that was so premature that it has to last us for the rest of our lives. The aspirations we held when leaving home two years ago have become realities and have lead to new goals and new adventures on our own. Which only gives us even more to reminisce on when we meet again.

Everyone says your high school relationships do not last into college, but (being what is arguably the best group of friends in the world) we have proven that expectation wrong.Very wrong actually. Transitioning from seeing each other every day to only seeing each other on breaks, caused the dynamic of our friendship to change, but that never broke the core of our friendships.  Besides, we are the best people I know.

So, if you have a friendship that you have held onto for further years than expected you can relate to this post. If not, call up an old friend and try to catch up. The friendships that bloom at younger ages are the ones that mean the most, because they befriended you when you didn’t even know who you were yet, they grew up with you,  they were weird with you, and most importantly they helped you become who you are today.

So I guess I just made up a Best Friend Day….. HAPPY BEST FRIEND DAY FRIENDS!!!


Kelly Anne

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