Long Distance Best Friends.

Screen Shot 2015-07-03 at 20.21.03I haven’t had an awful lot of real best friends in my life, maybe 6 that i can count off the top of my head. Out of those 6 i only still talk to 2 of them, which is quite sad considering I’m only 18 and many people my age have had the same friendship group since they were 8. These 2 friends i have also both happen to live in North Wales while i live in Birkenhead, which sucks big time because i miss them a lot. With social media and the such now-a-days its much easier to keep in touch but its not the same as having a good old chat over a coffee while sat on their couch.  Screen Shot 2015-07-03 at 20.21.14

Long distance best friends are hard, you’re not there when they need you and they’re not there when you need them. I mean, they or you are there for them over email or text or phone or whatever but its in no way the same as giving them a hug and making them a cuppa and letting them cry or rant or moan or whatever the hell might make them feel better.

I got back from seeing my friends on Wednesday. One of them i only saw for a few hours (A few amazing hours but still) while i stayed with the other. The thing with not seeing friends for months or years is that when you do, they’re different in a way you cant quite put your finger on. Luckily for me, my friends are different in all the best ways, they’re more mature, more confident, just better in the ways you don’t really pay attention to.

While staying with my friend we got drunk on the beach (twice.) and watched the sunset together. Thats usually saved for romantic, intimate moments with significant others, but watching the sunset with my best friend bought us closer and as the beach got dark it gave us a chance to talk about anything and everything. If you have a long distance friend and one of you live near a beach, the best thing you could do is watch the sunset together while fairly drunk. Unless you’re under the legal drinking age in your country.



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