Dear Best Friend.
I’m not perfect. But you don’t care. You love me despite my blemishes, which is why you are more than my friend and similar to a soul mate.
You are the girl who has seen me at my worst and my best.
My worst, being some of my darkest days on this planet, and the best, you helped me to obtain.
You are the woman, who shows up at my door because I haven’t reached out in months, and hasn’t taken my absence personally. Because you know me, and recognize there are times I don’t have anything more in me to give.
You grasp with confidence the reasons I don’t label you my bestie, BFF or any other title for that matter. You recognize I have spent a lifetime resisting the term. To suppose someone is the best has always been against my belief system. It’s the people-pleaser in me, but hey, you already know that. You understand me better than I understand myself.
Nonetheless, I have never felt the compulsion to profess our kinship with the rest of the world. Our friendship surpasses the demand to be labeled. We retain a connection greater than bestie; you are a part of my soul.
You are the woman who has sat with me cross-legged on the floor, during the rawest bits of my life. Wiping the snot emitting from my nose with your sleeve, while I participate in the ugly cry. Later declaring I owe you a new shirt.
You have encouraged me, and assured me I was worth every endeavor I have worked toward. You are my loudest cheerleader, with the force of a sarcastic goddess. In between the verbal irony and snide remarks, is where the beauty of our friendship lies.
Yet, you don’t cheer in falsities; you truly believe in me.
I know this because you have also been the girl to slap the stubborn off my face, immediately before I jumped head first into disaster. Often to no avail. I should apologize for some of the precarious situations I have put us in, but know you love me for all of who I am. Even the times you’ve had to fight my battles, due to my smart mouth.
You and I have had our disagreements. However, nothing a bottle of wine, a cup of coffee and a good cry hasn’t overcome. You respect my opinion, whether it is the same view you hold close to your heart, and that is why we can dance our differences away, usually on some sort of table top.
You continually have my back, even when no one else does.
Not one time have you whispered deceitful words about me. Instead, you have squashed rumors, or come directly to the source. And even if those rumors were true, you held my hand and told me we would get through the pain together.
You believe in me, and recognize better than I, when I fall, I will get back up. I never doubt you will be there when I do.
You know I am not perfect, yet you love me because of my imperfections. You have proven to me time and time again, what the genuine meaning of friendship is. Accepting me exactly as I am.
You are the true essence of a soul mate, seeing through the barriers I build around my heart, loving me for them and through them. You comprehend better than I; my insecurities run deeper than the false persona of confidence I emit.
Time isn’t what has made us who we are. The depth of your respect and acceptance of each other is what has given us the sisterly love we hold.
You have taught me to believe in you and to appreciate true human connections. You have given me confidence in myself, and the world. I trust you with my heart and my spirit. You compliment the person I have become, and have strengthened my faith in the existence of love.
So, today, I will call you my best friend. But the reality is, you are more than a friend. You are my family.