First let me be honest, by saying he’s my best friend I in no way mean we don’t fight. Some days fighting is all we do. We both live at home so we’re constantly arguing about who doesn’t do enough chores and who gets away with the most. We argue over who’s taking a shower first and which one’s life is tougher. Yet, at the end of the day, he’s still my best friend.

He’s the first person I call when I’m feeling awful, he’s my little brother, he knows how to comfort me and make sure I’m okay. He’s the first person I ask to sit with me when I’m having an anxiety attack because he doesn’t try to fix my problems. He knows that he can’t take away my sadness or my anxiety so he just sits there with me because he knows that sometimes I just need a shoulder.

Then, there are the fun times. Yeah, I love my girl best friend, we’ve known each other for almost a decade and I’d do anything for her, but the bond between me and my brother is unmatchable. We like some of the same shows and music but we love to hate way more. When our parents were on vacation for a week we decided to have a bad movie night. We found seven horrible movies, and I mean horrible, and then made fun of them afterwards. As weird as it sounds it was the best week I’d ever had.

I know other people have amazing bonds with their siblings but our relationship is unbeatable. As much as we hate each other sometimes, and we’ve said that a lot over the years, we’ll always be close. We tell each other everything, even the embarrassing stuff, because we trust each other so much.

We have different views on certain topics but we can talk about anything together and see things from each other’s point of view. Like I said before, we like different movies and shows but we always compromise so we can hang out together. Sometimes I’ll even watch something I hate just to hang out with him; funny thing is, I end up liking it in the end.

Truth be told, I can’t imagine life without him. Every day is a roller coaster ride, we’re either enemies or best buds, but I wouldn’t trade it in for the world. We see things differently but we understand each other. I’ll always worry about him too much and try to protect him too much, but if I didn’t, what kind of big sister would I be? I know I push his buttons and he knows he pushes mine, but I wouldn’t change a single thing about him. Yeah, I hate some of the things he does but he wouldn’t my best friend if he wasn’t exactly who he is.

Personally, I wish every day could be the good days. Laughing and goofing around, caring about each other and not fighting but the bad days show me how much I love him. The moments when we find each other to apologize because we miss hanging out prove how much we love each other. He’s going to hate me for writing this because it’s sweet and I know I just gave him a huge ego boost, but I love my little brother. He is the ultimate best friend.