Author: Lariat
When I was growing up, I never thought about making friends. I always thought that, so long as I had powerful connections and allies, I would live life safe and whatever way I wanted to live it. Those people I kept in touch with, those people that I always met up with; I never really saw any real relationship between me and them, just people that were beneficial to me.
But, at some point, I learned what real friendship was like. It was because of him, ever since I met him, I learned how to make friends.
The first time I met him, I was helping him out. He seemed pretty skilled and experienced, I thought he would just be like the others; another beneficial connection. And just after a few more encounters, he called me a "friend". That word was so foriegn to me. A term that should have been out of my comprehension because of my upbringing.
Before I knew it, I found myself saying the same thing to him. I met up with him more and more and I'd enjoy the time we spend together, probably the only time that I was at my happiest. I favored our friendship, I would treasure it more than anything else. Actually... our friendship is probably the best thing that ever happened to me in my life.
My first friend...
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