Oh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy

Once upon a time, when I was younger, I was sick a lot. I missed a lot of school, and a lot of far more important things. I hated it. I hated always being sick, but more than that I hated missing out on things. I had a bestfriend back then, who knew me by heart. I confided in her how much i hated both of these things and she smiled and said she knew. A week later, the second week of school, I broke my leg. The next day it was casted and I had to sit at home and not move whlie the cast set.
That same day my bestfriend slammed her hand in a door so hard it almost broke all of her fingers. She was sent home from school, but she couldn't stay at home because no one was there, so arrangements were made and for the next three days she sat next to me on the couch, not moving.
When I asked her what happened she grinned and said she wasn't paying attention, but everyone knew that door was heavy, the entire student body had been previously warned. I asked her why she was even at that door, it was out of the way of everything in our school. She smiled wider and said if I had to miss out on everything, then she would too.


Point of the story: I miss the fierce loyalty that comes with childhood friends.....and I wish I still knew her.