I’m pretty sure life would be quite boring without friends. They’re like a family you share the things you don’t share with your family with. You tell them your biggest secrets and you’re the keeper of their deepest secrets. They are the ones who push you forward and make you see the best in you. At least that’s what my friends are for me.
I have a bunch of friends and I have a little bit smaller bunch of really good friends. I also have a few best friends, but on top of them, I have the best of the best.
This is how I met my best friends:
I met my childhood best friend, Taija, when I was nine years old. We were next door neighbors in a brand new neighborhood. We were almost the same age (she’s one year younger than me), so we had the same interests and we enjoyed each other’s company.
We’ve been friends for almost 21 years and I’m lucky enough to have a friend like her in my life. She’s known me for so long and I’m happy to have her as my maid of honor when I get married in three weeks.
I met my teenage best friend, Anna, on a summer camp when we were 14 years old. We were on a confirmation camp and we had mutual friends there. The first time I met her, I just hated her. She never stopped talking! She was constantly gabbling about something and I remember wishing she would just shut up! We realized we lived close to each other and she was all excited that we could meet after the camp too. I wasn’t.
Well, after the camp was over, I tried to avoid meeting her, but I was just way too nice and couldn’t say no, so we met a couple of times. Once I got to know her, It turned out that she is a wonderful person with the greatest personality and I don’t want to live my life without her.
We are still best friends even though we live in different cities. Luckily it’s only a two-hour drive away or we can catch up over at skype.
My “grown-up” best friend, Satu, I met in England ten years ago. We have an anniversary coming at the beginning of September. We were both living near Reading, in UK. We were there as au pairs and we were introduced by our host-mothers.
She’s probably the best thing that ever happened to me. I was very young and naïve when I left home to go to England. She was a little more wiser and tougher than me, and I’m sure that without her I wouldn’t have survived. She “raised” me during that year we spent taking care of children and the household, and having fun with our other au pair friends.
When we got back home to Finland we continued to have fun together and we became closer. She’s still my best friend and she probably knows me better than anyone ever. I love her to bits. She’s my honorary maid of honor and I’m sorry she can’t be there on my wedding day, because our wedding is going to be so small. After all she is the most important person to me ever, and I hope she knows it.
Who is your best friend? How and when did you meet? Tell me in the comments!
With warm hugs and gentle thuds – Keri
My First Love
In everyone's life there are different experiences; one of them is the first love. My first love was dazzling yet aching. Every time I go back to those memories, my eyes water and I feel like I could have done so much better. My story began six years ago, when I was only eleven. I was inexperienced and naive; I thought that there was no heart break in this world.
It was a Saturday when I first saw him. His brown caramel eyes made my heart skip a beat for I had never seen anything so breathtaking. His skin was a russet color and his hair was a shady black. That first moment when we saw each other is engraved in my head. I can still hear my heart throbbing loudly in my chest as his eyes landed on me in that small room. We stared at each other as he made his way to the seat in front of me and a smile flicked on his lips to seal that moment.
It took a year for me to talk to him; we became best friends but nothing more, nothing that I wanted. His life was mine, his thoughts were mine, he was my world and he didn't even know. Everyone said that we had something between us, he always laughed because he never notice how I shatter every time he notice someone else, but what really destroyed me was the day he broke the news that he was leaving and maybe never coming back.
Years passed and I never heard from him and because of that, feelings almost vanished along with him but there were still memories hunting me for what I once felt. Now that he is back, it is he who looks for me, it is he who begs for my lips after that one time our lips met for a first kiss, it is his heart that breaks, for I once promise myself that I would not drop another tear. As much as I want him vanish from my life again he would not go, and every time he's back I fall in to his arms becoming that delicate girl that I once was.
My love for him is like the waves in the sea, it comes and it goes. His name is now carved in my soul for he is part of who I am now. He made my cry but he also made me laugh. He was my first love and as much as I want that part of my story to end, deep inside I know that it isn't over.