Isn’t it funny how we have so many friends but can’t remember when these friendships started?

I always think back to the beginning moments of my various friendships, but as I tried to recall those special moments in time, I realized something: I can almost remember nothing from the beginnings of most of my friendships.

Of course, I can recall some of the great memories that I have made with the people and can recall the relative time we started to hang out, but that very moment where the friendship clicked has slipped my mind altogether. Although, I think that’s how all friendships go; they just happen.

The only friendships that I can truly remember are the ones that haven’t lasted. I can remember where I met my third-grade best friend that disappeared the next year, but my true friendships, the ones that have lasted copious years, are the ones that are the hardest to remember.

The ones that mean to most to me, the ones I have been friends with for over four years, are the ones that can’ t be pinpointed, and I believe that’s the key to a good friendship.

After wondering why I couldn’t remember what made me like my friends, I realized it was because it wasn’t a certain one thing the person did to make me like them; it was a combination of the little things. For example, they may have invited me over to their house, let me rant to them, or just agreed with me on little things. I don’t think our minds pick an exact time to like someone, but as we become accustomed to them, we begin to like ourselves when we are around them.

It’s the little things that people do for us, the things that make us the happiest, the things that we remember hours later that alert our brains that these people make us happy.

Although even though I have been friends with some people my whole childhood and there are pictures of birthday parties that I don’t remember attending, I love that about my friendships. The little parts that come back to me, like a mystery trying to be solved, remind me why I call some of these people my closest friends.

The small, simple things attract us. The small, simple things are what makes a friendship, not a gift and not an invitation, but the combination of everything combined.