I am talented at many things.
I have many skills.
One thing I've never been good at, though, is keeping friends.
Today sitting in class,
My professor told us to close our eyes and picture our best friend.
The one person who is always there for you in your darkest moments,
I closed my eyes and flashbacks of old friends danced in my mind.
I have had friends.
Many friends.
Some of them were really close, others more like acquaintances.
All of them had a common denominator,
There was always a fall out.
In high school, I never had many friends.
A vast majority of my nights were hanging out with my dad watching hockey.
Then the tables turned senior year and I made two really great friends.
After a rough year, we eventually fell apart.
I start college, make really great friends, transfer schools, lose really great friends.
Go to this whole new world, make tremendous new best friends.
But as usual, we fall out.
I could write a book called "Maybe I'm the Problem,"
But the story goes, friends I make usually leave when I need them most.
I'm still sitting here, my mind running at high speeds trying to think of one person.
Then I can only see one face, hear one laugh, one voice,
Clear as day.
My sister, Stephanie, is five years younger than I am.
We have always been more like friends than sisters.
She has never judged me,
Fully understands my love for Taylor Swift,
Dances with me to silly music at 2 am,
Watches the same stupid movies on repeat with me (even after all these years I will ever tire of 27 Dresses)
I know her secrets, she knows mine.
She would never leave me because I had a bad day(s)
You are my person, you will always be my person
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