azurelunatic | Nine years of stubborn later...

Tomorrow is an anniversary. It's the one I track on the profile of my journal: nine years ago tomorrow, I had a conversation with my best friend where he casually accepted the idea that once we both left school and moved apart, that we'd never hear from each other again, or at least never stay in touch regularly. He was a military brat, he said. This was a fact of life. I made a vow, then and there, that I would prove myself the exception to what he thought was the rule.

I didn't tell him that I was promising him that I would always stay in touch. I knew that he wouldn't believe me, and it would only lead to (another) argument.

Nine years later, we've been mistaken for dating, mistaken for married, been through all kinds of hell together, are a lot saner, a lot sillier, and get along a lot better. I finally told him, I think last year. There have been times when I've been tempted to just walk away -- we're both human, and I don't deal with conflict at all well -- but I care about him, and I promised, and somewhere underneath all the sarcastic bastard, he enjoys my company as well. I'm here, and he's there, and despite all the things that could have gone wrong, we're still friends. Never going to say goodbye.

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Aww, yay!

I consider myself very blessed to have retained so many of my friends over the years. There's certainly been a lot of effort on my part to stay in touch, but it's so worth it to keep good people around you. Best friends: the bestest. <3