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So different, yet so close

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I met my best friend, Jen, in kindergarten. Back then, I thought that we would and could never separate, but I was wrong. As we got older I discovered how different we were. She liked Art; I despised the subject. She was outgoing, but I was shy and timid. She didn't like reading too much, but I did. When we were younger our differences didn't matter, and we didn't think about them too much. As we went to middle school, though, we started to notice them more and more.
We started to hang out with different people more and more often, until we finally grew apart in school. Unlike Jen, I was alone without her for a while. As time went on our separation forced me to make new friends and to talk more and more every day. We didn't talk so much for a while either.
We finally made plans to see each other at her house over the weekend one time, and I was afraid of how it would turn out. When I went over to her house and talked to her, everything was like it used to be. It was like nothing had changed. We started talking more after school, and we still see each other from time to time. We are still distant from each other in school unfortuately, and we probably always will be. But after school nothing has changed. We're so different that we get along, and Jen's strengths are my weaknessess, and vice versa.

I wouldn't say that our separation was entirely bad, though. Since we were separated, we were able to find out who we were, and I was forced to overcome some of my fears. We've been through so much more than anyone can imagine. We faced family, friendship, school, and personal problems for all those years. We don't always get along, of course, but when we don't we fix the problem in the end. To this day she is still my best friend, and nobody can take that away from us. We truly are so different, yet so close.





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