Have you ever had a moment, when you first lay eyes on someone and you can’t help but feel like you're going to be best friends? Almost as if you’re in a movie and all of a sudden, the room goes dark focussing on the only other person you care to notice, your partner in crime, your better half, your best friend. For a moment you see this person and your eyes lay claim to them, like their only your friend, not anyone else's, but yours. It’s this distant obsession that makes people believe in love at first sight, but maybe platonic love works that way too. When I first met my best friend it was kind of like that, except for the fact that I hated her guts.
We first met in the seventh grade, we were twelve year olds high on hormones, adorned in the middle school uniform of black leggings and Ugg boots. I had just moved to this school and was trying to come off as cool, but in all honesty, book characters wee my life and I was pretty weird. Initially I made friends with those like me, the kids that fell out of their seats when the teacher says “always”, or on a daily basis made Sherlock references on the down low. But my best friend, she thought I was very strange. My first impression of Tanvi was almost nonexistent; she was a friend of a friend and that was all. But later in the year our relationship began to develop. I like to think of us as fire and ice, she has fiery passion and emotion, while I was stone cold and devoid of feeling. We did not get along. We fought constantly over the most insignificant things which was really unlike me because I hate drama, I try to steer clear of it at all costs, maybe it’s just to avoid confrontation but more because I just don’t care, so when we fought it would last for months, I would flat out ignore her for weeks on end because I shove my feelings so far down they get lost behind things that are comfortable for me to think about. After our longest fight, the pettiness of our conflicts began to unveil themselves because we admitted that we were both stupid and decided to bake cookies the same day, the same day, as in we had been fighting for months, then out of the blue we decided to sing Kumbaya and bake cookies together. Looking back I feel bad for our friends, because they were always caught in the middle between our meaningless yet incessant fights. But the day we decided to bake Mexican Flag cookies together, was the day we realized how similar we were and since then have never looked back.
We didn’t become best friends overnight but in our eighth grade year, we became a lot closer. At the time (and I mean still in present day) I wasn’t a very athletic person, I could barely run a mile without going into cardiac arrest. But as an amazingly talented soccer player she pushed me to join the school team with her and we had an amazing time. I’m terrible at soccer but she always helped me and made me feel like I was the best on the team, (even though I was clearly the worst). She had always been the cool kid, the one that texts boys and is up with the social media, while I seemingly live under a rock with my book characters, but after a while, I realized that she loved Harry Potter maybe even more than I do, and that alone was enough for me. In my life she has affected me insurmountably, before her I was a no strings attached kind of person, I went through people and recycled them as they came and went, but she never gave up on me, even if it was forcing me to get a Snapchat when I switched schools, and snap chatting me the most horrendous pictures, we never stopped communicating. No matter how much I thought that we wouldn't talk to each other after middle school, our friendship persevered. I trust her to be honest with me, to be there for me, to laugh at my jokes especially when they're not funny; that defines friendship, your friends are the people you know you have a good time with, but also support you when things aren't so fun.
It took a while for us to figure out that we were best friends, we never really said it like there was this nagging thought in the back of our heads that one of us cared about the other more, but I think I realized it just this past break. Tanvi is a very elite soccer player, it’s pretty much her entire life, so when she injured her foot and couldn’t play she was not only in a lot of physical pain but emotionally she didn’t know what to do. For about two years, her foot would heal, she would start playing again, and then she would hurt it, it went on like that in a cycle, until this past March when she decided to get surgery, it wasn’t anything too large but afterwards she could barely stand, so every day for about two weeks I went to her house where we binge watched the Harry Potter movies, and ate ice cream. We spent weeks together, and even though all we did was sit on the couch and do nothing, I think that in those weeks we realized that we need each other, and we're finally able to admit it.
We first met in the seventh grade, we were twelve year olds high on hormones, adorned in the middle school uniform of black leggings and Ugg boots. I had just moved to this school and was trying to come off as cool, but in all honesty, book characters wee my life and I was pretty weird. Initially I made friends with those like me, the kids that fell out of their seats when the teacher says “always”, or on a daily basis made Sherlock references on the down low. But my best friend, she thought I was very strange. My first impression of Tanvi was almost nonexistent; she was a friend of a friend and that was all. But later in the year our relationship began to develop. I like to think of us as fire and ice, she has fiery passion and emotion, while I was stone cold and devoid of feeling. We did not get along. We fought constantly over the most insignificant things which was really unlike me because I hate drama, I try to steer clear of it at all costs, maybe it’s just to avoid confrontation but more because I just don’t care, so when we fought it would last for months, I would flat out ignore her for weeks on end because I shove my feelings so far down they get lost behind things that are comfortable for me to think about. After our longest fight, the pettiness of our conflicts began to unveil themselves because we admitted that we were both stupid and decided to bake cookies the same day, the same day, as in we had been fighting for months, then out of the blue we decided to sing Kumbaya and bake cookies together. Looking back I feel bad for our friends, because they were always caught in the middle between our meaningless yet incessant fights. But the day we decided to bake Mexican Flag cookies together, was the day we realized how similar we were and since then have never looked back.
We didn’t become best friends overnight but in our eighth grade year, we became a lot closer. At the time (and I mean still in present day) I wasn’t a very athletic person, I could barely run a mile without going into cardiac arrest. But as an amazingly talented soccer player she pushed me to join the school team with her and we had an amazing time. I’m terrible at soccer but she always helped me and made me feel like I was the best on the team, (even though I was clearly the worst). She had always been the cool kid, the one that texts boys and is up with the social media, while I seemingly live under a rock with my book characters, but after a while, I realized that she loved Harry Potter maybe even more than I do, and that alone was enough for me. In my life she has affected me insurmountably, before her I was a no strings attached kind of person, I went through people and recycled them as they came and went, but she never gave up on me, even if it was forcing me to get a Snapchat when I switched schools, and snap chatting me the most horrendous pictures, we never stopped communicating. No matter how much I thought that we wouldn't talk to each other after middle school, our friendship persevered. I trust her to be honest with me, to be there for me, to laugh at my jokes especially when they're not funny; that defines friendship, your friends are the people you know you have a good time with, but also support you when things aren't so fun.
It took a while for us to figure out that we were best friends, we never really said it like there was this nagging thought in the back of our heads that one of us cared about the other more, but I think I realized it just this past break. Tanvi is a very elite soccer player, it’s pretty much her entire life, so when she injured her foot and couldn’t play she was not only in a lot of physical pain but emotionally she didn’t know what to do. For about two years, her foot would heal, she would start playing again, and then she would hurt it, it went on like that in a cycle, until this past March when she decided to get surgery, it wasn’t anything too large but afterwards she could barely stand, so every day for about two weeks I went to her house where we binge watched the Harry Potter movies, and ate ice cream. We spent weeks together, and even though all we did was sit on the couch and do nothing, I think that in those weeks we realized that we need each other, and we're finally able to admit it.