by Lynde Navarro

Created on: February 19, 2010   Last Updated: February 21, 2010

When I was a little girl, I didn’t have many friends like the other kids in the neighborhood. I played alone even in a group of playmates. I had toys then, but I don’t remember what those were.  Kind of weird because kids usually have their favorite toys but I didn’t have any or cannot remember I had one.  There were lots of kids my age but I had no one to consider as my best friend. But I did care for someone and he also cared for me so dearly.  He was my defender, my wisdom and my direction.   My grandfather.  He became my source of comfort. My security blanket.

At one point in my life, I did care for someone and became so overly familiar and comfortable with him in the same way I did with my grandfather.  If my grandfather is my comfort and security, this person also stood out among all the friends I have.  He became my best friend.  It is quite unusual for a girl to have a boy for a best friend.  But surprisingly, I did have one.

We did not click at first.  I found him annoying as all boys are, to young girls.  But the identity crisis of our teenage years, brought us closer, and found ourselves confiding to each other. He was my shock absorber and my most abused chaperon.  He gave me company when my father got ill and I became his confidant and guidance counselor. We lived a totally extreme lifestyle.  He was outgoing and friendly and I was very reserved and quiet.  Like my grandfather, he became my security blanket.  I was getting used to the idea that he was always there and that I can pull him out and confide in him anytime I want.  Because of our over familiarity and extraordinary comfort, we fell for each other.  What used to be a Platonic relationship turned out to be a romantic one.  It was not difficult for us to adjust to one another.  He knows me inside out and I know him from head to toe.  He became my husband.  Sounds like a good plot for a movie, right?  But ours did not have a happy ending. 

These two very important people in my life were the source of my strength and happiness though they cannot stand each other.   My grandfather and my husband can never be in one place at the same time because if they try, love and hate collide.  But they have made major contributions in my emotional growth.  They laid down the foundation of love in my heart.  They broadened my perception of

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