I’ve Had Enough of Tough Love
Be nice and talk kindly to me or leave me alone
I had a best friend during and after high school. We were inseparable, we talked a lot, we shared everything with each other. We were spending so much time together that people thought we were sisters — even though we looked nothing alike, for our movements and gestures were synced to each other. For years, I couldn’t have imagined my life without her. She was such an integral part of me that it was just impossible to think of a time when we are not that close.
After university, I got a scholarship to a French school, to add an extra year to my studies — the opportunity of my life, with everything paid for and arranged. I was sad to leave my best friend behind, but the pull of that adventure was bigger — and after all, she is my best friend, she’ll be there when I come back.
The year in France was epic. I missed being home and I missed my friends but it was brilliant. And I lived my best life. New friends and parties and going out, and dates and some classes, and then some more friends and parties. I was 21, of course, I loved it all.
And of course, I wanted to share everything with my best friend even when I was away, but it wasn’t possible. Please note, it was in 2000 — and international calls were extremely expensive, so our connection…
