The Key...

There's something striking about a single key. Like a question waiting unanswered. A whole second half. The beginning of a tale of love, friendship, hopes and dreams. One would never end a thought with only a comma; nor would a story end with only a key. A single note, a powerful sign, an openness to completion. A love to be fulfilled.

It has been almost 16 months since I first wore my key. A single silver key; very simple, worn around my neck. So simple, yet so noticeable. The key is one to an everlasting love; a friendship unlike any other. The key I wear around my next is the key to my best friend's heart, and the key she wears is the key to mine. Any boy who steals my heart must get her approval before he can have the key. Any boy that steals her heart has to go through me first.

We wear the keys as a way to be together always - though we live hundreds of kilometres apart. We are one in the same, completing each other. But neither of us holds the lock that matches the other's key. Though I keep her key safe around my neck it will not belong to me forever. The day the man she falls in love with asks for her hand is when I turn over the key.

This note is to my best friend. One of very few who know all my secrets, and the girl who's been there the longest. I'll love you forever, girlie. Through thick and thin, love and hate, success and failure. And of course, through the boys we fall for that break our hearts, the ones who never look back, and that one special one that is just right.

- xx, Kelly.