We've known each other since we were 14-15 years old and it's actually because of being her friend, I ended up in a relationship with her brother, for 11 years already.
There are very few people I've met or known, I'm so comfortable with. We've had the best of times, we've had the worst of times. Not a few times we've been comparing our lives with a Dawson's Creek episode about evolving in puberty or we tried to indulge ourselves into long-winded, complicated and far-fetched dialogues. After which we realized how ridiculous we actually sounded. Although our shared love and addoration for Pacey Witter is still alive, we've changed and evolved and grown into two adult women, with both nice jobs, and two fine men at our sides.
I’m proud of us. Of how we both competed against the beauty ideal as young girls, proud of how we both just want to be ourselves. And we’ve hurt each other too, by going through that journey. I regret the fact that I let our friendship water down a bit when I fell head over heels in love with her brother. I regret the fact that I didn’t visit her university dorm more often while we were studying in different cities. I regret the fact that I can be so selfish sometimes and admire her sweetness for everybody, her patience and her kind nature.
So I knitted a pair of socks for her 30th birthday :)
Yarn: Malabrigo Sock in Ravelry Red