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There is a girl who I tell people is my best friend.
I haven't seen her in about a year, maybe two. We message either about once a week about the most random, stupid, shallow shit that happens in our lives. Sometimes, not even that. We'll just send each other silly YouTube videos we've found.
She's not the first person I call to hang out with, and I'm not hers either. When I'm particularly depressed or excited, she's not the first person I tell, and I'm not the first that she tells. I don't expect her to always be there for me, and she doesn't expect it of me.
If I were to run away, hers would be the house I'd go to because my parents have probably forgotten that we were friends and they wouldn't think to look there. I'm not even sure she knows where I live.
And if you asked her who her best friend was, she definitely wouldn't say me.
And because we're so distant, she doesn't know me. She doesn't judge me. She's never made me cry. And every time she messages me, I don't have to analyze and retype my reply a million times because I don't mean anything to her. She doesn't care. I can't ruin anything because there isn't anything to ruin.
One day, she'll get bored of talking to me and stop replying. And I won't be hurt because it was nice while it lasted. It was simple. Superficial, even.
It made me smile. And that's not something I can say about about most of my relationships.
That's why I say she's my best friend; not because we're kindred spirits, but because we aren't.
I haven't seen her in about a year, maybe two. We message either about once a week about the most random, stupid, shallow shit that happens in our lives. Sometimes, not even that. We'll just send each other silly YouTube videos we've found.
She's not the first person I call to hang out with, and I'm not hers either. When I'm particularly depressed or excited, she's not the first person I tell, and I'm not the first that she tells. I don't expect her to always be there for me, and she doesn't expect it of me.
If I were to run away, hers would be the house I'd go to because my parents have probably forgotten that we were friends and they wouldn't think to look there. I'm not even sure she knows where I live.
And if you asked her who her best friend was, she definitely wouldn't say me.
And because we're so distant, she doesn't know me. She doesn't judge me. She's never made me cry. And every time she messages me, I don't have to analyze and retype my reply a million times because I don't mean anything to her. She doesn't care. I can't ruin anything because there isn't anything to ruin.
One day, she'll get bored of talking to me and stop replying. And I won't be hurt because it was nice while it lasted. It was simple. Superficial, even.
It made me smile. And that's not something I can say about about most of my relationships.
That's why I say she's my best friend; not because we're kindred spirits, but because we aren't.