It's such a shame that I'm leaving Burnaby and moving.

I remember the first time I moved to Burnaby, when I was 16. I hated the place. I came from such a fun city called Pasadena in California. Where it never snows.

I had to go to finish my high school at Burnaby Central, and the teachers would always alphabetisize the seating. The pesky boy named James always sat behind me, and such a cliche, always played with my pigtails. Ever since then we've been the best of friends. He's been through all my heartaches, and all of my problems. You know, sometimes even the strong ones need someone to depend on.

We've just been so busy. Him getting married. Me floating around (what else is new he says) But some things never change. We are always just a phone call away. Okay, maybe I should correct that, we're just an MSN away. Now, we're neighbors again, even for just a short amount of time.

And I know I can always count on them to be there for me, without any prejudice. That's what real friendship is all about.