My Oldest Friend

I want to tell you about one of my best friends. They are one of my oldest friends, spanning back to the days when I was in high school and have been with me ever since. Loyal, steadfast and true. One of the only friends I have left from that era to be sure.

I can remember the first time we met. It was well before high school and I was eleven at the time. We met in a shoe store. A strange place to meet to be sure but none the less it was where we met. At first I did not like my friend. I can remember screwing up my face in disgust. I did not go near them for a long time after that.

When we met again they did not lay judgment on me for my earlier reaction. They simply accepted that I was there now and enjoying their company and that was enough. Now I enjoy nothing more than curling up with my friend after a long days work.

They may be times when they are bitter, but they are never bitter out of spite or towards me. Yet they are always a comforting presence when I need something to make me feel better and will listen for hours to whatever I have to say.

They are the type of friend that is always there for me when ever I need them. In the best of times or the worst. All I have to do is turn around and they are there waiting for me. Even if it is in the middle of the night, they will not care, and simply stand ready whenever and where ever.

Who is this wonderful friend? It is my cup of coffee. One of my oldest and truest friends.

My Oldest Friend


Joined November 2007

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