Finding my way.

I grew up in a devout Catholic household. Everyday spent doing something with or for the church. I'm not going to tell you I didn't fit in, because I did. I enjoyed it, loved it even. The Catholic church was the one thing I had growing up. When we moved and switched churches, I was 13. We only relocated 50 miles north, but it felt like a whole different world.
My first friend was a girl named Kay. She was my entrance to Paganism. She was actually a Satanist. I know some people believe in it, but it was always too much for me. I liked Kay though. She was a good friend, even if her beliefs weren't the same as mine. Within months, she introduced me to her friends. One of them was Mimi.
Mimi was Wiccan. I couldn't stand her, but our paths kept crossing. I overheard her give an opinion about something one day in class, and that changed everything I had originally thought about her. Almost instantly she became my best friend. The next two years I got to see and experience things with her. I fell in love with the Craft. Her view of Wicca is what inspired me. I listened to what she had to say about it. I learned things with her. Seeing everything thru her eyes, I suddenly knew where I belonged.
At 14, I had still been going to the Catholic church in town every Sunday morning. Sometimes I dragged Mimi with me. Mainly, I went with my boyfriend at the time.
On Mimi's 15th birthday, my relationship with her changed. We went out to dinner with her parents and sister. Not only was it my first time at BD's, it was my first time kissing a girl. I knew from then on, I would always be in love with her. 
For the next two years, we were everything for each other. Best friends, girlfriends, partners, secret keepers, an ear for venting. 
Then the worst thing happened. Mimi moved 900 miles away. Our relationship ended, and I felt like I'd been abandoned. Three years had passed, and we'd lost touch. For some reason, we contacted each other. She got mad at me for dropping Wicca completely when she left. 
We still might be 900 miles away, but our friendship is like we never stopped talking. Thanks to her, I'm back on the path I love.