When I was in high school, I had a good cliche of fairly amazing people. I remember, I had one friend, this truly amazing girl, who at one point we dated, we even stopped talking, until she needed me to listen (and, as the case may be take action) to something she was going through. Likewise, she who was the person I turned to when times got tough for me. When my heart fell into pieces, she was my first call. We had been friends for ten years when I finally did whatever it was I did that made her stop talking to me. (I can make several guesses, but without even a goodbye, to this day I am left pondering, but certain, with her I am to blame).

In college, I had a good knit of people I believed cared about me. I lived with someone who I thought was my best friend, forever. But she doesn’t even talk to me anymore. It’s fair to say that’s for the better, for she leads her life in a way I can’t.

Even just a few months ago, I felt like I had many friends who truly cared about me.

But the reality is I have been used for people’s entertainment, a lot. At times, it’s because I was used for whatever great things I might have, from a car to a job. But when those things disappeared so did the people I thought would be by my side.

And despite feeling abandoned by so many people who said they would stand by me through it all, I have these two truly remarkable people who really embody the very thing I thought mankind no longer had: unconditional love. Today’s blog is for them, these two amazing people who remind me that it’s okay to fall down because real friends will help you back up. They have many times this year.

They make me want to be a better person, that’s something.