Think about your best friend.

Think about your best friend.
My best friend is Emily. When we first met we were fourteen. She was the opposite of me in almost every way. I liked to hike in the forest. Emily was afraid of nature, and all the bugs that came with it. She liked to read in her room. I cringed at that horrible, single syllable word, book. Emily was quiet, shy, obedient, and had never talked to a boy other than her brother. I was loud, outgoing, rebellious, and had nothing but girls on my mind since I was twelve. We were on very different paths but they were both heading to becoming anti-social.
After a duration of about ten months with a bitter distaste for each other because of complete clash of interests, the lights turned on. My eyes had opened to a new world, where I realized that everything she did was incredible. The books she read were interesting, her sense of humor was paramount, and most important thing was her eyes. A silly freshman crush shaped what we do and think today.
Over the next few years Emily and I have had out up and down. I was driven by the spirit of adventure. Never satisfied with my destination, I always kept pushing boundaries and going further beyond reason. I was constantly searching for greener pastures. Emily’s life was dull and slow in comparison, but she glowed with happiness. I learned so much from her, and she from me. The best of times brought us closer together emotionally, but it was the worst of times that brought our personalities together and molded them together. I struggled with depression for several months and Emily was there for me all the way. She taught me how to find comfort in what I had, and that greener doesn’t always mean better. Through these times I brought her to places she had never been before. I showed her beauty in nature and freedom in risk. As I rose out of my depression the lessons we learned from one another became engraved into who we are.
Emily and I are now seventeen. We are still the opposite in a few ways but the same in many, many more. I still go on hikes but Emily joins me. Emily still reads her books, but I read them with her. Emily is still quiet but no longer shy. I am still outgoing but no longer loud. Emily dates other guys, and I am only interested in one. We were on very different paths but now it is very much the same, heading toward a future build on contradictions. At least, this is what I believe.