There is a difference between a friend and a best friend.
A friend would kindly mention you in their writing, but a best friend would create an entire article about them.
Here are 12 reasons why I love my best friend.
1. She is better than any guy I will ever be with.
I think it is paramount that I have this as the first point to create a reminder to everyone: you do not need a romantic relationship to be happy. Honestly, my best friend can do a lot of things many boys fail to accomplish. For example, she calls me pretty. Men tend to look at me as a piece of meat, but if she says I look good, I know she’s not saying it with any alternative motives… unless she wants me to buy her food.
Not only has she seen me on a Monday morning without my dose of coffee, but we can also watch Netflix and actually chill.
2. We are practically the same person.
I’m not kidding. We laugh the same. We tell similar jokes. We sound like carbon copies of each other when we speak. It is terrifyingly amazing.
3. She understands me.
There is one thing to comprehend about pain: everyone has it. Sometimes people even share the same trauma. We have both dealt with many demons and know when we see the signs of someone drowning in their troubles. Luckily, we both have learned to swim together, although we occasionally go deep-sea diving at 2 o’clock in the morning.
4. She’s my favorite drinking buddy.
I’m obviously referring to coffee.
5. We are always together.
We might as well be glued adjacent to each other. It’s practically the same thing. Don’t get me wrong, we hang out with other people too. Yeah, sometimes when we invite someone else to come with us, we occasionally have to deal with the “third-wheel” situation, but I promise, neither of us are the third-wheel.
There have only been two significant instances when we didn’t see each other for a whole week. The first time was when I went to go visit my grandmother in Texas for my birthday. The second was when the “snowpocalypse” hit us. I was so lonely that I made friends with the Dollar General assistant manager. That reminds me:
6. She stops me from making bad decisions… or tries to.
She is my conscience when I am absent of one. If I want to text my ex (even though I know I shouldn’t), she stops me. When I feel the need to share a very inappropriate joke, she convinces me not to. Essentially, she is my filter. Even while writing this, she still corrects me. Too bad; I had many tales to share, but I’ll save those for another article.
7. My stuff is hers and her stuff is mine.
Secrets and clothes is about all we share.
8. She always gets me out of tough situations.
Any time a guy starts flirting with me, she’s always there to pretend to be my girlfriend… but that’s only for the weird ones.
9. She has a blackmail album on her phone filled with my worst Snapchat pictures.
I would attach them here, but I am afraid they would break your screen.
10. Sleep is our mutual friend.
11. I am apart of her family.
12. She is beautiful.
She is a poet that inspires me to keep writing. Not only has she proven that my feelings are worth being shared with the world, but that poems are not left between the skinny lines on a paper. Poems can be people too. She is my favorite.
