I miss all the friends I have had throughout my life. I'm good at getting friends, rubbish at staying in contact. But I remember them all.
Some honorary mentions are:
My first best friend Josefine from kindergarden. I moved to a new town, had sparce contact with her for some years after, but we grew appart when she hit puberty.
My second best friend Dennis from the lower grades. He moved. I never saw him again. Still wonder how he is doing.
Terese, friend from the lower grades. She moved too.
Laura, James, Amalie, Johanne, Maria. Met them one week in a summer on a writers cause. They taught me I was not the only weird specimen on earth.
Sofie, best friend in my last three years of public school and some years beyond. Taught me it was okay to say stop. Showed me the world of manga, and made me realize what my goal in life is. Stress and depression got me and we feel appart.
Morten, met in College, I think (Danish school system Is a bit different, but I think college is about the same as our HF). He kept my spirit up in classes. We could probably have become good friends if I had tried a bit harder.
Marie. The best friend I have ever had. We met in the lower grades, but never considered each other friends since we both were miserable. Years later we met again in I think the Danish equivalent of high school (gymnasium), and started being friends. More years later, we decide to move in together, because neither of us are doing great on our own. Big mistake. Two people trying to save each other from drowning doesn't work very well. After a year she moves together with her newly found boyfriend, and I'm on my own again. She taught me how to act, to dress, kept giving me tips and guidelines.
I have only met her a couple of times since then, and the visits always feel awkard. I miss how much fun we could have together. How we could laugh at our own misfortunes, and make everything be a bit brighter.
Sorry, that was a lot of people.
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Paper is dead without words
Ink idle without a poem
All the world dead without stories
Without love and disarming beauty
- Tuomas Holopainen, Nightwish