User:Hi

I remember. Kindergarten. I met someone, and we were best friends immediately. That's how it was, back then. Anyone could be your friend, you just had to ask.

The next week, she ignored me. Pretended I didn't exist. She said, ''it's like we're friends, but we're not. ''Everyone else thought she was amazing. I was alone. Discarded, like a candy wrapper. Back then, it meant something to me. First person I ever met, and they hated me. Only person who had ever seemed to care about me, and they didn't. Since then, I think friendship has been a lot more important to me than to other people.

I don't remember meeting you. I think it might have been in second grade. We were in technology, and we were writing an important paper. I was almost done. The whole thing was deleted. I cried. I was scared the teacher would be mad at me. I was pretty emotional back then. Everyone crowded around me, laughing and talking and yelling, which only made me cry harder. You came. You told them, Leave her alone. And they did.

You were always popular. Not for money, or hair, or clothes, or fear, but because you were a wonderful person. Everyone admired you for who you were. I was one of those people. I knew I'd never get a chance to be your friend. Still, I wanted to be.

Somehow, I've become one of your friends. I don't know how and I don't care. It makes me happy to sit and think that out of all the people in the world, I was lucky enough to become your friend. I'm not the only one, but that doesn't bother me. I'm not the best of people. I'm pretty quiet. When I talk, it's usually just a bad joke. But I see people for who they are, and you're the best person I know.

Yesterday, we were sitting in the car, talking and drawing. You told me I was your one of your best friends. Maybe I'm just desperate for some hope. Maybe. But those words, You're my best friend, to me they're worth the world.