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I don't know if I'd call them best friends, but I have a few friends who I consider important in my life, apart from the aquaintances. The thing is, a lot of the time the people I become close with move away or become distant for several reasons.
I have 3 friends who I'd say are the closest I have/had to best friends.
One I place above the rest because I get on the best with her and she has been the most constant and supportive out of all of them. I have known her for 13 years since we were both 12 years old, and I feel very close to her, even though for the past 6 years she has been living in a different country to me. That's the sucky part. I still miss her and when we are back together again it's great, but I'm not sure I can call her my best friend anymore as I don't think she feels quite the same about me anymore. Mainly because her life has acquired a different social reality, she lives in London and has piles of friends and I live in Portugal and have very few friends. Our lives have developed in different ways.
Another of these friends I have known since we were four, so that'll make 21 years of friendship. However, she has changed quite a lot over the years and has had different phases where we were closer or less so. I have less of a connection with her in regards to the first friend I mentioned.
The 3rd of this group is a girl who I have known since we were 9, so that makes 16 years of knowing her. She lives in the same place as me, but I don't see her almost at all. She unfortunately has a horrible boyfriend who everyone hates (except her), and makes it unbearable to be with her. He has brainwashed her and isolated her from her friends. I don't even know if she still has friends. It's quite sad. I miss her very much. But I don't know if I like who she has become anymore.
I then have one friend who I met at 18 in University. She would be my most recent best friend. We have also drifted apart a bit now because we finished uni and went our own ways, she also has a weird boyfriend and has now had her first baby, so we have little in common and though I still like her, her boyfriend has turned her into a 35 year old housewife.
Everyone else is just aquaintances I guess. I have a hard time making new friends, and have few friends as it is.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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