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A journey together, a journey apart.

It started many years ago in middle school. It was an awkward year for all of
us; we were young and in a new school. It was an entirely new
environment. It was the dreaded sixth grade. I remember looking around, I could see so many new faces, and although there was a crowd, I saw some one familiar. It was the girl that lived across the street from me, but whom I had never spoken a word to. I'm not sure why we never spoke. She was sitting right there in the seat next to mine. I think that is when we found comfort in each others timid smiles. I finally gathered the courage to say something, and the only word that came out of my 11 year old mouth was HI, and she said hi back. From that day on we were inseparable.

My new best friend was now my trusted confidant, my stylist, and my adviser.
As the years passed our friendship grew stronger and stronger. No one could come between us. We finished middle school and we faced our new journey through high
school together.
After high school we stayed close friends but as boyfriends entered the picture
our friendship would have to withstand many ups and downs. Despite everything that
came our way, our friendship would always survive.
The seasons passed us by, we grew up, and unfortunately our paths began to grow apart. It was no longer our journey together. She now had her own path, and I had mine.
Our interests were no longer the same either. We no longer found it amusing how we could have such different personalities and still be such good friends; frankly it became a huge weight on our backs. At 18 I wanted to venture out and go to every dance club imaginable, while she at only 19, was ready to settle down and was preparing for marriage.
Eventually, she got married and the girl who used to be My best friend was now some one else's best friend. I knew then that our friendship would never be the same again. Even though she was a married woman we stayed friends. We tried to speak every few weeks or so. When we did talk our conversations seemed to only scrape the surface. We never seemed to have deep meaningful conversations. The usual updates on the family, and old school mates was all we seemed to talk about.
A few years later I too was married, and eventually had my first child. After I had my daughter I couldn't help think about my friend and her situation. You see, she was battling infertility; she had been for about 4 years when I had my first daughter. Sure my friend came to visit me

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