Always There For Me

I look around my room, and I see hundreds of faces. All over my walls are pictures of smiling moments, dramatic moments, teasing and playful moments. They scream with characters or whispers of adventure or mischief. They each have their own personality, but in many of them is the same person standing right next to me, many times holding me up. She is my identical twin sister, Sarah.

Sarah and I have never been apart for more than 48 hours. From the moment we were born, she has been the bigger one, the stronger one, the one most likely to take the brunt of a conflict and shield me from pain. We have gone through every aspect of our lives together, but sometimes that doesn't make life all peaches and rosebuds.

Two years ago, Sarah and I started to board a plan for our cross-country trip to California. I thought my heart was going to pound right through my chest. I could hear the blood rushing through my veins as I saw my parents' faces get swallowed up in the hustle and bustle of the terminal. As our sat in our seats, it felt like adrenaline alone was going to propel me right off the runway. Just then, I felt a warm pressure of my hand. Sarah was holding it firmlw while gazing out the window.

"Just grab my hand, Kelley," she said assuringly. "It'll be okay." And I believed her. I knew she would never lie to me. I knew that, after it all, she would be there for me.

We've gone through even rougher times together. I was there beside her last summer when her friend broke things off so abruptly that neiteher she nor I had known it was coming. I watched her sob on the weather-beaten picnic table in the backyard and between birdcalls, mosquitoes buzzing as I ventured out onto the grass. Coming along besides her, I felt my heart tear as I saw her red, swollen eyes and clenched fists. I pulled out a wad of Kleenex and offered it to her.

We didn't say anything for a while. I just sat beside her on the picnic table and listened to her raspy breathing. Nobody else knows her breathing. They haven't listened to seventeen years of it at night, while she's reading or watching a movie. Every breath she takes in a sign of the most profound and special friendship I've got. Having a sister as friend has meant the world to me, but having a soul mate who knows every nuance of my spirit has allowed me to survive, to live and to be happy. She's there for me, and I have tried to be there for her, too. I think my sister says it best in the heart-shaped stained-glass sun catcher she gave me years ago. It says simply ; "CHANCE MAKE US SISTERS; HEART MAKE US FRIENDS."

why we are FRIENDS?

why we are friends?

because....we smile together
because....you understand just by looking into our eyes
because....you finish our sentences and know what we like
because.....you know us better than you know yourself
because....being with you we are not afraid to be ourselves
because....we can say something stupid or exposed our deepest secrets to us
because....everything we do together becomes a memory
because....we don't need to do something special to have fun...fun just happens
because....we don't need to explain everything....you just know...
because....we tell you the truth no matter how much you'd rather not hear it
because....we would do anything for you and get you out of trouble
because....we make you laugh than anyone
because....we are not afraid to put ourselves on the line for you
because....we can trust you
because....we believe in our dreams no matter how silly they may seem
because....we dry our tears
because....we are good enough when we are with you
because....WE LOVE YOU for who you really are

A friendship greeting from 3A to you (dear readers (~_0))