"I never had friends like those I had in twelve years. Jesus, who has them? "Stephen King" Stand by Me "
Two weeks of strange events bring me back to the times of the average undisputed! My best friend is with me since then and although not hard but I'll see. And This week two people from my past lives have been rebuilt and true ... so it seems only right to dedicate this to them my rilessioni. The friendship and how to be friends change over the years, they also increasingly reflected in my coinqui milan. the more it grows less forgivable. To the old friends have forgiven many things and many will still forgive you ... but the reason is because you are always together, it's because I almost can not remember a "without them " There are holes in both their lives when there was, maybe even years of the holes ... but it is different, the holes do not weigh as "not there". The holes are filled and there is perhaps also the desire to fill them to the person who was connected with what you have before you now. Whereas often the past has not filled in friendships "new" you tend not to define a "first" but only one now. And for that we are less inclined to forgive rudeness, lack of tact, gestures to the other even count. The gestures of the figures of our past have been incorporated over the years, as are diluted and growing up together, or neighbors, we learned to do the characteristics of those who is close to us. These are cases of life, we can not do anything. Last week I contacted a friend of my medium, I still remember many moments together, when throwing balls of paper on the English teacher, when I slipped mine in the side of the pencil like a sword ... and many other vicissitudes. I lost it for years and now I want to see him again, to reconnect everything. Today I saw my girlfriend instead of asylum, elementary, middle school together, same high school but we lost sight of, universities in two completely different cities and now we Ritov &. Other factors, our teacher asylum married (yes, over, over 50 matches) and then all the pupils 'historical' are summoned to give her a surprise. When I called again recognize the number, I see it and say this number ... I know it's you ... I try to type it, unmistakable form an arrow on the keyboard. And today we have two trips in the car magazines ... and we update on our two lives, on the dark years of us. It remains the desire to meet again, to meet, to communicate again. They come out to tell stories that I told others, out with her because she is, because now there was and medium-sized e. .. well go out without a reason. In a few sentences paint each other traits of two different lives. Just a few phrases to understand a world of suffering and reflected back ... it does not take more, and why is clear ... is in that asylum, elementary, middle ... all being together as a symbiotic relationship. Lies in that he never really lost because among mothers, friends, relatives ... you know a little something more than the other. We are now in a time when both are evolving and we want change, we want something different. We are and we are women, it is strange to say but we are women ... we are not girls at the time, nor the teenagers ... we chose two different lives, similar but different and after years, however, we realize that the way to see things is more or less the same. The imprint does not change. I suffered for our friendship, often, do not deny it ... as in all friendships, especially among women, there are those suffering dictated by comparison, dictated by the fact that there is always that "pulls" and the other is shadows. In friendship, as in any other emotion as strong, there is always pain. There are scars that you carry within, and makes me see you understand. But I am calm. Now we are nuances, of two young girls, adolescents different. It makes me smile to think of us. We never "decide", was the teacher of his mother to combine our two families as a "dating game" and had evolved from there everything. Up to the time of the eighth grade when each of us had found someone else who followed his being in the right way. I found my current best friend, her other friend (for a while 'it was us three, then I removed). The school then took the "broken" ... their final two in the same class, I have chosen a completely different, different even from my new best friend. The bonds so tight I never liked them. And then, we all know, high school is a tough time to pass, has an infinite number of trains that follow you everywhere. In those 5 years I have lived so dark periods did not want to even think about it and others less but still significant. I lived my rebellious moments, those against the system, even those against those who go against the system. The periods of the bands playing, the cool of 5 years ... so high school ... but never mind. Now here we are and want to go out again with my friend who is with you ... see ... maybe it was the turning point that expected. 
