Friendships don't begin with declarations.
They begin with repetition.
Seeing the same face again and again. Sitting a little closer each time. Talking without planning to. Laughing at things that wouldn't be funny with anyone else.
That's how it happened with us.
At first, we were nothing special just two people crossing paths often enough that silence stopped feeling awkward. We talked about ordinary things. School. Random thoughts. Complaints that didn't really matter. There was no spark I could point to, no exact moment where I thought, this person will mean something to me.
It happened quietly.
The most important things always do.
Somewhere along the way, you became the first person I looked for in a room. The one I wanted to sit next to without thinking about it. The one whose presence made everything feel lighter, even on days when nothing was going right.
We started sharing more than time. We shared pieces of ourselves.
Little things at first preferences, habits, stories that felt safe enough to tell. Then bigger things. Insecurities. Fears we didn't say out loud to anyone else. Thoughts we weren't sure how to explain.
And the strange part was how easy it felt.
With you, I didn't feel like I had to perform or impress. I didn't have to be louder or quieter or better than I was. I could just exist. And somehow, that was enough.
That's when the labels started to change. Friend didn't fit anymore. So we chose sister. Not because we had to but because it felt right. We joked about being twins, about having the same thoughts at the same time, about understanding each other without words. But behind the jokes was something real. A closeness that didn't need constant reassurance. A bond that felt steady, reliable, unshakeable. There was comfort in knowing someone was always there. Someone who would listen without judging. Someone who would stay, even when things were messy. You became part of my routine. My normal. My everyday. And I didn't question it. I didn't think about the future or what might change.
I just believed naively, maybe that some friendships were immune to time. Those days felt endless. Like they would stretch on forever exactly the way they were. We made memories without realizing they were becoming memories. We lived in the moment, assuming there would always be more of them. I didn't know then that even the strongest connections can loosen quietly. That distance doesn't always arrive with a reason. That sometimes, people drift not because they stop caring but because life pulls them in different directions. Back then, all I knew was this: We had found each other. And that felt like enough.