I’ve come to realize that the feeling of loneliness never sat right with me. The days I recall from my elementary years left alone on the handball court as the mid-day sun lazily looked down at me were perhaps to blame for my distress. I had navigated my life, for the most part, on my own and with my small friend group. You can only imagine the gut-wrenching moment I experienced as my parents told me, “You’re moving to a new district.”

Aug. 12, 2021. I still remember my first day of middle school as vividly as ever; the dreaded feeling the morning of; my terrified expression walking through those hallways. Period 4 science class came sooner than later, and I was again greeted with unfamiliarity. Only six days later came our first group project– the scientific method dance, where we were challenged to create choreography to the lyrics of the song. Unbeknownst to me, this butterfly effect redirected the course of my life.

Although there were only four of us, I was especially close with one girl. At first, we’d only talk during class periods, but as the year went on, we soon became best friends. She would tell me all the drama, and I would listen to her talk. I would even come to all her orchestra concerts just to show my support, even if it meant coughing up a couple bucks. 

Now, four years later, we’ve made so many unforgettable memories together. Like that time we went to Universal Studios Hollywood and bumped into a couple of classmates (one was her crush), our countless visits to the mall, or getting ready for the Homecoming dance, finally, as high schoolers. I’m still reminded of the time I went to her house to bake a Chinese New Year’s cake, spilling flour everywhere as I mixed the batter. She couldn’t stop giggling as I apologized profusely, and before I knew it, her contagious laughter spread to me as well.  

I often think of her generosity; what she did for me in times of need. When she talked to me the whole bus ride home from our Disneyland trip without pause, knowing that was the only thing keeping me from being car sick. When she sat with me in the bitter, dark night at Knott’s Scary Farm with me when I told her I wasn’t feeling well, ignoring the passersby leering as though we were the monsters. Sacrificing her own time for me while she could’ve gone off with our other friends. 

A part of what makes her so unique is based upon her intricate personality. I was, and still am, astonished at the unexpected jokes she would make that put a smile on my face every single time. I admire her for the inclusivity she made all our friends feel, as though they would drift away without her. Of course, I can’t forget to include how much she loves physical touch. 

Some say that girl friendships never last, but I would absolutely disagree. The spark between me and Ashley is still as bright as it is from sixth grade period 4 science class. So, to my best friend, my day one, my “4 lifer”: I am so lucky to have such a sweet, caring person like you in my life. I think of our memories together everyday and the many more we will make in the future. My hope is that you understand the significance you hold to me. Thank you, best friend.