Within my family, I'm emotionally bonded to my mother, as well as a cousin I grew up with. I'm also not abashed to say that my dog was my best friend when I was a kid.
Having a pet who's always ecstatic to see you is more psychologically uplifting than people could fathom.
Lately I've grown closer to my father. It seems we've come to an understanding. He also shares some of my view points, despite how much difficulty we have communicating.
Three younger cousins who are siblings - I call them the three little pigs - have witnessed quite a few of my breakdowns. I was stuck with them for a while... long story, but we gradually grew close. They've come to understand quite a bit about me, especially the boy.
Best childhood friend was named Andrew Ngo. He died when I was thirteen.
Since age twelve - The Ken. He's quite perceptive of people and interpersonal interactions. Knows me quite well. I remember people thought we were going out in high school. By senior year it was accepted as truth by default. He was the one who was there during my most unstable months after my mother's death. His consoling words and bear hugs were my refuge. I'm deeply grateful to him for keeping me together and steering me in the right direction while giving me time and space to
be. He's done so much for me over the years. :') ♥ He's a grounded guy. A clueless person like me expands her horizons through the lens his experiences conceive. He's from a large, social, non-paranoid family. A refreshing young man and not someone I'll ever forget. Through thick and thin.
Andrew. Now here's a kid who's very well-adjusted despite where he's coming from. SO PROUD OF HIM :') His house was practically my second home during the winter months. This young man has got a heart of gold. ♥ He cried with me on countless occasions, and held my hand when I felt at my wit's end against my grief. Escorted me home on a bike ride on a particularly freezing night. Listened with boundless patience and understanding. Never gave up on me. Showed up at my house to give me food and see how I was doing. Best movie nights at his house. Fell asleep with each other talking about the unsympathetic realities of life.
One of the most adorable people I know. A perfect gentleman who isn't afraid to show how much he cares. How anyone could ever hate him is a mystery to me. Though he's nearly three years younger than me, he's shown me emotional maturity, understanding, and tolerance beyond his years. We're each other's besties, no matter where life takes us.
Adeezy. NOSE BLEED!! We've got plenty of inside jokes. I talked to him here and there during the months that marked my mother's decline. He really got to know me in the past year and a half. Known him for ~half a decade now. I'm pretty sure I threw him off at first, and he saw me through different stages as I slowly unraveled. Quite a good listener, and isn't one to be biased. One of the few I trust enough to disclose my most guarded secrets to. We've had a lot of fun over the years. Plenty of memories to look back on, and undoubtedly more to come. I definitely consider him one of my besties. Hopefully we don't grow apart.
SEEING YOU AT WORK LIKE THAT MAKES ME FEEL SO PROUD ♥
Others include some of my high school buddies, childhood friends, cousins on Mom's side, and friends I've known since middle school though we didn't attend the same HS.
Oh gosh, I cried while typing this... not great for my head ache. But it was out of happiness... happiness that I did get to experience such profound connections.
I'm normally comfortable with a lot of people, but none know me so well as the people up I've mentioned.
Undoubtedly I will encounter everyone again after I transfer and stop being so low-key. CSUF is overflowing with those dorky '09ers. ^__^
Those who have bonded with me at some point in time will never be forgotten.
