A friendship can only go through so much rough patches. Luckily for ours, whatever rough patches there were to get through, we got through them until whoever designs the rough patches realized we're unbreakable.
Katt and I have been friends for almost two years (so far as of this writing). We've basically been through the ups and downs of our friendship and been together through the highs and lows - mostly highs. I mean, she's always high. That kind of explains it.
The tightest spot we've been in for as far as I can remember was that time when I had to block her on Facebook and things just exploded like a not-anymore-controllable timed bomb. Before, when I look back at that part of that past, I understand it as a test. The universe wanted to see if it was to be survived. Gladly, it was triumphed over. Today, as I reminisce, I understand it in a more beautiful light. I see ourselves as two diamonds hurting each other in friction only to emerge shining brightly as one.
As I write this, I try to picture out the future years without her somewhere nearby. It felt somehow empty imagining she wouldn't be there with her distinct giggle. I have heard aplenty of that even in the illest of my humor and I sure haven't heard anybody giggle like that. She's really one of my fans when it comes to my antics. And it's a bit terrifying that one day, I may crack up a joke and no one may even laugh.
And I'm one of her fans, too. Her escapades (think greener!) are my favorite. We basically chewed cheese about those escapades inside our circle, uninhabited. even when we're sober. But no one can beat her with her details. For reasons I may never quite figure, she likes to tell her stories about those escapades and I'm kind of put under pressure to tell my own story too. But discussing my escapades here (if you think there were any) is a completely different story.
I've seen Katt's hair change from short and brown to short and black, to straight with bangs, to straight and long and now straight and curly halfway towards the end but she's stayed the same. It may be selfish in a way, but who she is, what she is is enough for me. I wouldn't want any alteration at all. So in immaturity and childishness, cheers! And if not to never growing taller, let's say cheers to never growing up!
