I grew up with more or less the same group of friends. We’ve known each other since preschool/kindergarten/grade 1 and we lived through our elementary and high school years together. Birthday parties. Sports. Hanging out. Video games. Movies. We were close for a while, but gradually grew apart – as friends often do. But we’re still good friends that have loads of history (and too many stories that are too often brought up thought they act as nothing but sources of embarrassment, but friends will be friends).
I just have so much appreciation for the one friend in that circle that never forgets about me even though I’m off in this far away land and everyone else is back home.
Even though there’s no way I can attend an event back home, you invite me anyway.
Even though I can’t hang out with everyone, you bring me into a conversation discussing where and when we should hang out.
You are the only one I regularly keep in touch with (partly my fault on that regard).
And even though these are little things, they mean a ton.
I would say these words to your face (metaphorically speaking since you’re so far away), but you’ll probably be weirded out ’cause that’s how our friendship is.
We don’t say the words out loud.
But we just kinda know.
So thanks, Ceci (even though you’ll never read this).
I love you a lot, girl. ❤