Relationships and Friendships

Have you ever seen two people that are just destined to be together? These people...when you see them, you may tear up by how perfect they are. You'll ooh and aww over the romantic things he does for her and the adorable things she does for him. They are always laughing, always smiling. They giggle at the yells of, "Get a room!" when they kiss and hug in the hallways. Even when they fight, you find their little spats adorable because it just shows that they have a good relationship. Couples that fight are often some of the best.

But sometimes, no matter how they are destined to be together...it just doesn't work, for whatever reason.

I know two people that are absolutely perfect for each other. They dated for a while and they were one of the cutest couples you could ever see. Somewhat of an unlikely match, some might say. But...in other cases, if you knew them, you'd realize just why they are together. I've known both of these people since about sixth or seventh grade.

I wasn't with them last year. But they became the best of friends.

In the beginning of the year...this year...I recognized both of them. I pointed out her in class and said, "Hey...don't I know you?" I would never have imagined she would become one of my best friends.

I saw him. I used to have a big crush on him back in sixth grade. He was still the same, still cute and silly and a little bit like a puppy. I no longer had a crush on him, though. In fact...in the beginning I found him annoying.

But they started dating and at that time, I beared with him because of her, because she was my friend. But after they broke up, I still talked to him and I realized that he was my friend, too.

It was a heartbreaking situation. I wanted them to be together so badly. And then they did get back together...but it didn't last long before he broke it off.

As badly as she and he were hurt, I was hurting, too. I wanted them together more than I wanted world peace...end to world hunger...to be married and have children someday. It was just supposed to be that way, him with her and her with him.

I had no one and still don't. Not the way they did. And while I complain that it isn't fair sometimes...that it's not fair for them to be happy while I'm alone...nothing, absolutely nothing, makes me happier than to see two perfect people together.

Everyone seems to say that she deserves better or he's no good for her or that she made a mistake or that he shouldn't have to do something he doesn't want to do. But...these two people...these two perfect people...shouldn't listen.

I know in my heart that they belong together, that they will always belong together.

Someday they will cook meals together for their family and lay out in the grass and count the stars and then go to bed together, holding each other.

But for now...they are friends.

And you know what?

I have more than what I thought. I have friends. Not 100, not 2. Just enough friends to feel loved. And that's all I really need.

I used to believe that haing dozens and millions of friends and being popular and wearing the "in" clothes was what mattered. But...I was wrong.

That girl over there could have had 50 boyfriends and 2,000 friends and wears all the "hot" clothes she can, all silk and lace and expensive things.

Or that boy could have a harem of girls and be captain of the football team and can buy anything in the world he wants.

But in the end...I come out on top.

With the few, perfect amount of friends I have...I win. And I need nothing else.