My Best Friend

My friend,

I met you not by choice, when I was forced into a college I loathed.

But I’m glad that happened; for I wouldn’t have met you if it didn’t.

We formed a small circle of five and called it family; three years later, we departed.

Each got married and started to part, not until you did when it hit me hard.

You flew on the other side of the world leaving me to wonder if our friendship will survive.

But little did I know, it will do more than survive, when I saw you after three years apart.

Years passed and you are still here as I am for you — neither of us expected and the legacy will continue.

I’m proud, is all I could say. My best friend. My sister. My family.

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