As school carries on, and the days flash by quickly, I come to the conclusion that some of my friends aren’t my friends anymore. I feel like I don’t really know the same people I have known in the years that have past. Some have matured, some have tried acting out to look more ‘mature’ and “cool” but are really just making poor decisions. I’m not for certain if everyone is changing, or I am just seeing true colors. I have the same two best friends I want to have for the rest of my life, and for that I am beyond grateful. The ones whom I can share everything with, smile with, laugh with, and cry with. I pray that I never lose them. I have Ryan now, someone I never thought I would have a few months ago, but now it feels like I’ve known him for years. I have hung out with him every day this week, and I’ve realized that, just like my best friends, my happiness comes from him. It’s the times when he’s driving my car, and we’re both singing at the top of our lungs; it’s the goodbye hugs that seem to last forever. Just like with Megan, it’s our trips to Cookeville, screaming out boy band songs; it’s our late nights where we drink chocolate milk out of wine glasses while watching vine compilations on YouTube. We overly express how much we miss the app full of stupid six second long videos that use to captivate our lives. it’s our summer days spent on the lake. With Reagan, it’s our concert dates and our “10 o’clock convos” as we call them, where we talk about anything and everything. It’s our countless inside jokes and trips to the beach. These three people are the reasons why I am happy, and I could not thank them enough.
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