“Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.” –Marcel Proust
My best friend, E, is getting married this weekend! I am so excited for her, and my happiness comes from how much I love her. There is something special about a best friend, but it’s a title that I have had conflicted thoughts about recently. I have other friends who are close, who mean the world to me. They love me and support me and we have fun together that no one else can bring. They are blessings. And no matter how much they mean, E is still my best friend.
“Old friends cannot be created out of hand. Nothing can match the treasure of common memories, of trials endured together, of quarrels and reconciliations and generous emotions. It is idle, having planted an acorn in the morning, to expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of the oak.“ –Antoine du Saint-Expéry
C was my best friend growing up. We went through all of school together, and were inseparable through the beginning of high school. She was quiet, smart, goofy, innocent, and slightly awkward–just like me. We had so much fun, played endlessly and talked on the phone for more hours that our parents liked. We were a team. I had other friends, and longed to be part of the popular group. Our class was small, and I was gradually included more and more in that crowd, but it always came back to me and C. She understood and accepted me in a way that I never would have survived childhood without. Her family treated me as one of their own and our worlds were intertwined.
High school came, and we stayed close in the beginning. Then we had classes apart. And she got a boyfriend. And I made new friends. And three years passed. And this past summer, she was married. Without me there. I don’t judge or begrudge her that. I do know that, if my big day ever comes, I cannot imagine it without her there. We haven’t talked in years, but she will always have a home in my heart, a starring role in my memories.
“No, don’t you remember? There’d be, like, this one person, who had, like, perfect hair, or perfect breasts, or they were just so funny, and you just wanted to eat them up — just live in their bed, and just be them. It’s like everybody else was in black and white, and that person was in color. Well, Rayanne thinks Angela is in color. Major color.” —My So-Called Life
Then came A. We became friends in high school and she was in major color. We had mutual friends and got along well. And then we spent more and more time together. And then she knew me better than anyone did. She was everything I wasn’t, what I wished I were. She was loud and confident, cute and likable. School was an option and grades weren’t a stress. Her dad was cool and laid-back. She did what she wanted, how she wanted, and answered to no one because she didn’t need approval from anyone. She made me laugh and feel free. She reminded me that there were more important things than papers and grades, that adventures could be fun and life could be spontaneous. She was a splash of cold water on my face.
Then I left town for college and started to build a new life hundreds of miles away. A was the only person I visited when I went home, the only friend I would go out of my way to see. It only felt right to see her, because she made home what it was before I left. But I made new friends, people who were living life with me, experiencing my school and world. She had loss and revelations and one day, in some big ways, she wasn’t the same. There are still things that she posts on facebook that make me smile and break my heart, because they are why I love A. They make me miss my friend, wish we were still close. But distance and discoveries made us new people, and it became hard to get to know those people. So we send quick notes, but the friend that I had no business adoring has drifted off into life.
“The most beautiful discovery true friends can make is that they can grow separately without growing apart.” –Elisabeth Foley
And now there is E. We became friends our freshman year mostly because of the weird similarities we discovered. Both the oldest with two younger brothers, we participated in Mock Trial in high school. We love Heavyweights. We love to buy office supplies. We dip pizza in ranch. And as we did more together, more commonalities appeared. We shared a room and apartment, and everything that happened. We talked and laughed and cried, studied and procrastinated, and we saw four years fly by. We lived in the same apartment, but made a point to meet up for meals and go to the beach for our favorite sandwiches once a week–just us. Somewhere in there, she went from a person who happened to be placed on my hall to someone who knew me inside and out.
E moved to the east coast after school for the Navy and has spent time at sea. She has had relationships and friends, literally seen the world, and found the love of her life. When many of my friends studied abroad in college, including her, I worried about their return. I worried that they had seen so much, their world was now so big, that little me no longer had a place in it. They had changed and I had not. But she still has a place for me. She doesn’t treat the mundane life I have lived, the smallness of my world, as insignificant. She still lets me in to her life. She makes me feel important and loved, even with all the other things she juggles.
I feel so guilty saying I have a “best” friend, because there are so many others that I love and have loved. There are so many who have shared secrets and experiences with me, grown with me, changed with me. But I would be lying if I said that these girls were not special, didn’t stand out in my memory. A part of me grieves for the loss, that a new friend has replaced the old, but that’s the way of life, I guess. They have new friends now too. I would like to think that, when they look back, they remember me with the same aching affection, that they feel bittersweet tears spring up when they remember the beautiful friendships we had, and now do not. As I think about these special people who sustained me, I can only hope I lived up to the friend that they deserved.
“Think where man’s glory most begins and ends/ And say my glory was I had such friends.” –William Butler Yeats