Amandine’s Monologue

Having a best friend is what everyone wants. As much as I think being ordinary is lame, I want that best friend. I definitely thought I had best friends as I went through elementary school and high school in both France and the United States. I thought the people that I felt comfortable with were those you called your best friend. I thought the people you lived with for five months at a time were those you called your best friend. I would say I probably had one best friend I thought was real. Everyone else was nice and that was about it. This person I could tell them everything and laugh about nothing. That best friend was like family to me. And one day, you do this thing called growing up. Or at least you hope everyone does. While you grow up you never think that maybe people around you change. The truth is everyone changes at one point or another. Whether they want to or not you can not avoid it. I know that I am a pretty stubborn person and that is why this whole time I thought that everyone around me changed. That is not true because like I said everyone changes and that would include me. I came to the conclusion that I did change but the most important parts of my personality and person were still there after it all. That is what you call growing up. The problem with best friends is that you do not know if these people are going to change or grow up. You hope they grow up because that is what it takes to have and keep a best friend. No matter what happens when you are with that person you should be able to be yourself and so should they. Some friendships are not meant to last and those I just accept. But truth is, when you do not expect it and you believe that it could never happen to you and that best friend. That is when I have trouble even thinking about it. Looking back, I could have done so many things differently except for one and that is, be myself. Regardless of what changes I went through I never lost sight of who I was. That one person I knew for sure was my best friend was not able to do what I did and as much as I do not want to accept it I have to. There is no way this friendship could ever work if I am the only one being me because I need my best friend to be who they are. I could be all sad and say how unfortunate I feel that this childhood friendship is coming to an end. Instead, I am going to do what I do best and that is be me. Hopefully, one day I’ll get that chance to meet another best friend. A best friend that is not going to change what makes them, them. And then I’ll be able to say for a fact that I found that best friend.