Best Friend

My Best Friend moved away. So did the next. And the next. Seven Best Friends later, I was afraid of befriending anyone in fear of them leaving due to uncontrollable circumstances. I lived whole friendships in my head, idolizing the matching necklaces and the obnoxious laughter to inside jokes.

Yet, really, who claims that one must have a Best Friend? Today, if you were to ask me to name my Best Friend, capital B, capital F, I would reply “No one”. Yet perhaps the real answer would be “Myself”.