barniebie

growing up, i never really experienced a sense of having a best friend. a real best friend. with every sense of the word.

good thing, i eventually did and somehow even those relationships end a new one would come in and if not, i'm alright with that since i've experienced the real version of it already, though in different forms and personalities, but at least i know what it's like.

when i started to have that sense of searching for one, i didn't find it easy.. my definition of a good one has very high standards that when i started calling someone as my best friend for the first time, i was so attached but the relationship barely met my standards, but we were eleven year olds then, so, what should i really know, right? i was just happy to be able to have someone to call my best friend. then, we grew apart and never noticed i was having a best friend in another person and the cycle went on and on, that to this point i'm no longer certain how to define in words the essence of being in a best friend relationship. i may not really have one right one, but like i've said, i'm glad to have had it.

so, the other day, i came across one of the best friends i ever had, we did grew apart and eventually just let everything go but still cherish the memories we shared good or bad, we're not exactly best friends again but you know those kindred spirits, you have a rare spiritual link that is very special and you can't quite explain, and she came up with this thought, and i came up with this thought.

we sought for a peaceful box we can call home.. as crappy as it may sound, we both liked the idea, thus, casa barniebie came to be! bwahahahahaha!