OK, I'm old now and I don't really call anyone a "BFF", but it was shorter than saying when I met my best friend. : )
I was in Mr. Ash's class and had a few close friends, but no one that year that I was really close to. We got a new student and her name was Randy (although at that time she hated how her name was spelled, so it was Randi then). I was a busybody and know-it-all, so I immediately volunteered to show her around. What started out as just a way to do well turned into a friendship that has last 23 years. We were attached at the hip almost immediately. We were very much alike...somewhat bright and boy crazy. We made crazy lists of things we would do in our life (one was things we would do with a boy....sex was around 100 and a blow job was like a 1000 or somewhere WAY below sex, lol). We went into 6th grade the next year just as close. We had an occasional spat and then we'd be fine. It was very odd (but I'm sure common).
We grew closer at the beginning of middle school but more distant by the end. Somewhere towards the end of our 8th grade year, we got back on track.
We started high school and we were inseparable for the first two years. I had met Chris the summer before our junior year and by December, I was pregnant. We started growing apart. It was a difficult time. She had known all there was to know about me, but wasn't there when I needed someone most. I was angry and hurt then. Now, I can look back and realize that must have been difficult for her, too. After all, who knows how to be comforting and supportive in that kind of situation.
We had a couple classes together our senior year and although we had great fun at school, we really didn't talk much outside of school. She was engaged to a guy in the Army at that point and I was busy being a student and mom.
We insisted we'd keep in touch after high school but we didn't. I found out a few months later from a friend she had got married, to a different guy than the fiance she had senior year. We didn't talk again until maybe a year later when we ran into each other at the grocery store. We were both busy with our lives and didn't really have time to chat on the phone, so we wrote letters. That eventually stopped.
About a year later, a mutual friend was getting married and the guy I had planned on going with had something come up. I called Randy and asked her if she had plans for whatever day that was (not knowing she had been invited too). So, we ended up going together and oddly, things felt like they never changed. We became close again.
Now, 10 years after that wedding, we've had spurts of not talking for awhile, but never to the point of losing a connection. Randy just got married a couple weeks ago and I had the pleasure of being a part of it. Strange how things can evolve so much, but somehow you end up where you started so many years ago.
