I originally wanted to write about why she’s my best friend and saturate it with all the generic reasons and adorable anecdotes, but I’m not going to do that because i already know that pretty well. That because we have been friends all these years. Ten years? Thirteen? I actually have no idea.
Of course I don’t — I have no concept of time whatsoever. If it were up to me no one’s birthday or other important event would be remembered, because that’s the type of person I am; I can’t make it anywhere on time, or even on day and I tend to forget where I’m going to begin with. But she remember things like this, and she know exactly how long we’ve been best friends. That will be the first thing she will tell me prolly after reading this. For that, thank you for knowing that. Thank you for knowing all the things I don’t.
Thank you for always being closest to me even when we were in separate most of the time and separate stages of life. Thank you for not letting us get split by dumb facts like distance or time. Thank you for never giving up on our friendship, for never shrugging and being like “Eh, things change, people change” and drifting away vaguely because we’re victims of circumstance. We all get distant to a certain degree when we make huge transitions but she didn’t let me get very far because she knew what was truly important.
Thank you for taking care of me in every way possible, for being there when no one else was or wanted to be and when you didn’t even have to be. Everyone has those friends who are close but not really; who you always feel kind of awkward and weird about asking for help and like you have to clarify you’ll do them some kind of favor in return, but she’s not one of those. She never got mad when I didn’t call her for weeks on end because I was too busy being mommy and a wife, but she were right there to pick up my heart-splinters when things predictably shattered. She was and are there for everything, no bargaining or explanations needed.
Thank you for being a different friend than everyone else, different from the friends who are only there for the fun things, outings and shopping and brunch. Thank you for always being fun even when we’re not having fun. I don’t know how else to explain that.
Thank you for believing in me when I was too weak and exhausted to believe in myself. Thank you for pushing me, for repeating those affirmations that don’t mean anything in inspirational films but mean everything when someone who cares about you says them. Thank you for not judging me when I did something really stupid, but also thanks for telling me I was an idiot and probably shouldn’t have done the stupid thing. Thank you for always being honest.
Thank you for doing all the things a real best friend does; for letting me sob into your shoulder when I need to and handing me the flask when there aren’t any more words. Thank you for always knowing who I am and reminding me of that when I forget. Thank you for being genuinely concerned with the outcome of my life and always listening, even when she’s tired. Thank you for telling me the things no one wants to hear and sparing the bullshit advice. I can’t think of many other people I’d actually take a bullet for.
And yah, thank you for being part of me.
I love u much.