My Best Friends Taught Me That Friendships Are All About Memories Essay

In time of wars, most can acknowledge the fact that nobody is safe and anything can change in a matter of seconds due to the aftermath of war and its contribution to humanity. Throughout history, war has taken many lives of soldiers, created debts for the government, and have caused destruction to countries and also to all kind of relationships. In other words, war can impact many relationships by separating families apart, creating a gap in friendship, making society fall into depression, and making oneself behaving differently. Out of all these relationships, war creates the biggest impact on friendship due to the fact that it disconnect friends from each other, as well as ending the lives of many companions. Nevertheless, many can disagree

When I matriculated to Oregon State University, I realized how alone I really was, and that my popularity had meant nothing because I had no true connections with people in high school. I did not know how to work for anything because everything seemed to be handed to me. Finally my sophomore year of college, I met Harper, who immediately fit perfectly into my life. I’d never been that close to someone before, we did everything together. As I sat on the bus thinking about her my stomach began to contract violently and I masticated on one of my apple slices to try to calm it. Senior year Harper and I had decided to go to a big party for Halloween in Portland. Half way through the night Harper came up to me crying and insisted for me to drive her home, refusing to tell me why. I agreed because the party wasn’t that great anyway, but we got in a huge fight over why she wasn’t being honest with me or telling me what had happened. I had turned my head to look at her just for a moment, her red hair cascading around her shoulders, her eyes filled with

Friends, are not ones who will be with you forever, no one will. This is something I have learned after my freshman year of high school. Early spring of 2015, I went to Rancho San Joaquin middle school. This is where I have met my best friend during 8th grade, which I once believe she will be my best friend forever. The day when we met is my first day in Rancho, we have the same 6th period english class. Right before the bell ringed, someone walked to me and hit on my shoulder. She is a very bright girl, with long hairs that goes to her waist, not long after this day, we become best friends. I used to be very quiet, through her I have met many of other friends, I once thought we are going to be best friends for the whole 4 year of high school

Jena Zarroli and I were stuck in the same Spanish class together my freshman year of high school. I guess you could say we bonded over our mutual hatred for it. But I never would've guessed that we'd later go on to become best friends. School ended and summer began, but Jena and I rarely hung out. Not until a few weeks later anyways, when we had the most outrageously funny sleepover I'd had possibly ever. After that we were practically inseparable, so inseparable to the extent that I even started going to work with her to help out. We usually worked late nights. And boy did we goof off. But things got done none the less. Afterwards, I would sleep over at her house.

Have you ever met someone for the first time, and felt like you knew them since you were born? That is how I felt about my best friend Dede. We both live on E84, on the same floor but never met each other until our Evangelism class last semester. She was friends with a girl that I had met previously but had not seen in a while. She then introduced me to Dede, we talked for a while, and exchanged numbers. I left the religious hall and began to walk back to my dorm. Suddenly, I heard Dede screaming my name so I turned around, there she was bent over trying to catch her breath. We then began to walk together and talk about our experiences at Liberty University. We walked back to the dorm together, and that is how our friendship started.

Jean has been a friend of mine since August 1996 when we met in high school. She was a grade younger than me, but had a January birthday, so we were only 7 months apart. We became friends quickly despite our different personality traits. I had been quite yet outgoing in high school and Jean was lively and animated. People wondered how we could be so opposite, yet great friends. Our friendship continued to grow over the years and we became best friends. Throughout the years of friendship we talked about her romantic relationships and my romantic relationships. We trusted each other with private experiences that we would not tell anyone else. Our communication was very open, honest and transparent. As Jean was entering college, at a different university than me, she struggled with her father falling ill and sadly passing away. This was an extremely hard time for Jean to finish her undergraduate degree, but Jean pressed on toward its completion and graduated college.

It felt like I had a large rock on my chest that wouldn’t budge. She was the one who was always there; to show funny videos, share our love of Star Wars, our love of our friends. She was the one who always saved the day whether I was sick, or I just had a bad day. She shaped my live in a different way, I felt like she made me a better person. All I could hope for was that I could make others feel the way she made me feel; safe and cared for, like someone was always with you no matter what. She was Raka, and no one could take her away. She was my closest and best friend in the whole wide world. We even had the same birthday, she was 4 hours and 48 minutes older than me. Now she would be in Tennessee. Of all places, Tennessee. She could seemingly read me in a glance, we just understood each other. The way I met her was an accident, but it was the best accident of my life. Even though she’d be 1,967 miles from me, I knew we’d still be there for each other. And that was what was important. That I knew she would still be there, through thick and thin. Because distance is just a number, but friendship is forever, no matter what. She was still my

There are a lot of people in the world, and I had the chance to meet a girl that I hope will be my best friend forever. Have you ever meet someone and hoped that they will stay in your life forever? My best friend is Madison Cadle. Madison’s friendship is very important to me because she’s always there for me, she always makes me laugh, and she has helped me become the person I am today. Madison has always been there for me when I needed it like when I’m having trouble with something at school, or at cheer, or even with boys. She always makes me laugh when we are together because we always talk about our funny memories we have together like when we went to Cedar point, Florida or even Cheer Ohio. Madison has also helped me become the person

I was filled with wonder as I went to school on a Thursday morning in May knowing that when I was to come home my best friend of 7 years would be there waiting in order to take me to Colorado. Brenna is my best friend that had moved from Belle Plaine, KS to Monument, Colorado over winter break. So the school day went by tremendously slow, it had been the slowest day of the year for me. Every 30 minutes I’d look at the clock counting the minutes and hours till 3:25 in the afternoon. Although when the time did reach 3:25 pm It was like holding a dog back after tossing a treat, I leaped with joy out of my seat, out the school doors, and ran home.

In reality, she meant the most to me and made up the best parts of me. I was spoon- fed lies about her and I swallowed the cough syrup. At this point, I missed her. It was news to me, but she missed me too. This was a major turning point for me. It was my job to rekindle our friendship and I thought of every way possible. To my surprise, she confronted me before I got the chance to and it could not have went better. We were just young girls who had a strong friendship, yet still allowed someone come in between us. We were inseparable. We came back together after a time of confusion and now we are better and closer than

Have you ever had that feeling of deja vu? You hear an old song and connect to it. You walk down a certain street and it seems familiar. You meet someone and instantly it’s like you’ve known them your entire life. That’s what it was like when I met my best friend Tori. I met Tori at the local park when I was thirteen. She was wearing red doc martens and so was I. So I sauntered over to her with a smirk on my face and told her that I liked her shoes. I told her she had good taste. Tori laughed at that and insisted this was a sign we had to be friends. Instantly we clicked and soon she was coming over to my house every other day. It was like we were meant to meet. We were the kind of best friends that finished each other’s sentences. Tori was

Towards the end of seventh grade everything seemed to be turning worse for me. I was a socially awkward nerd who thought humor could solve everything, even if it was not that funny. My grades were plummeting and my parents were not happy or supportive with it. My best and only friend Marco, an intelligent and funny boy, was moving to New York. On top of this I was already in a rather bad state, being a dumb nerd, not good at anything in particular, and already having not been happy the majority of my life. The two things I was happy and proud about were gone. Just as everything seemed to be depressing and looking down I began talking to her. She was a caring, helpful, and saw the best in everyone, even me. At first I had not realized it, but

It's late August 2016. The car has been the loaded, the bags have been packed, the goodbyes have been said. As we drive away, I stick my head out the window and wave to her. There are tears, but we've both known this was coming. Her name is MJ, at least that's what I've always called her. I've known her since first grade, and nothing, yet everything, has changed. This is why she made me a better person.

When I was in kindergarten, I met my best friend. She was very shy at first and nothing about her seemed malicious. However, as the years went by, she became very imperious and unwilling to share anything, including friends. She wouldn’t allow me to befriend any other people without putting up a fight. However, she was allowed all the friends she pleased. Over the years she began to push everyone apart so that she was the common area between a bunch of enemies. Eventually, she and I began to argue over petty things and she would always make me feel as if I did something wrong. A massive argument then arose and I began to lose hope for our friendship because even though she was using me, I was oblivious at the time. The fight did separate us, and I was quite somber about the situation. However, this was when I realized all the things she had been doing wrong; all the things that I was better off without. The ending of our friendship for this period of time allowed me to reach this epiphany that I was my own person able to have my own friends, able to make my own decisions, able to be happy about my accomplishments. This sudden realization lifted the doleful weight from my shoulders, allowing me to become a much happier person with a new outlook on my life. Like I stated before, sometimes it takes us until we reach our lowest point to realize the journey that awaits, to regain the hope and strength that was lost

As we grow older, we meet new people and make new friendships. Out of all the people you meet there is always that one friend that you click with the most. That being said a best friend is someone you look out for and care for like sibling. As we grow older we have a perception of growing old and having your best friend by your side, but I came to the realization one morning that it is not true. I found out my childhood best friend past away from a drug overdose.