My best friend is so much more than a friend, more than a sister even, she’s like a detached organ that my body can’t function without. Where I lack, she excels. Where I fall, she always picks me up. My best friend is like an ancient Greek statue; beautiful, rare, and priceless.
We fight. We rarely do, but when we do, stand clear. But only because I can’t seem to find an evenness like she can. She’s level-headed and she knows to leave me alone, because I’m a firecracker, but I always cool off. However, she’s persistent, “Wipe your face and come back and talk me,” she says. Even after I am so hot headed, how does she find the calm energy?
My best friend is a confident. Everyone’s best friend is, but she’s different. My best friend listens. She locks my secrets up tight, she hides them in a safe place and carries them, heavy as they may be getting after all the years, like they are as light as a feather. My best friend listens and calculates an unbiased opinion, thinking from all angles and never quick to judge me. My best friend speaks with an open heart and never tells me “what I want to hear”, she always tells me the truth. But that’s ironic, because I always want to hear the truth. She doesn’t sugarcoat it either. She is always straight forward, always sincere.
My best friend is adventurous. She’s the perfect person to live life with, she is always willing to be on the go and she is always ready when I ask. My best friend is the one person I’ve done most of my traveling with. I’ve been more places with her than my family, even though most of the places we’ve been together has been with family. But she’s been on so many vacations with me that she’s become a necessity when I’m packing.
My best friend is unstoppable. She is never held back by anything. She is always looking at the possibilities of every situation even if it isn’t what she originally planned.
My best friend is a superhero, but I don’t think she realizes it. She’s like Superman in the sense that no one knew Clark Kent was Superman when they passed him on the streets, but when danger is sensed, she is there right away. She drops what she’s doing when I need her. People who pass her don’t know what kind of powers she possesses, or that she is a better person than 90% of them, that she is the best person they will ever meet yet they take their chance to know her for granted.
My best friend is silly. It’s a rare occasion when my best friend is so comfortable that she lets her guard down 100%, but she claims that she can be like that around me. Even then I rarely get to see her act with absolutely no cares. When she lets down her guard to the fullest extent and lets her entire self show through, it’s like a precious gem, few get to wear and even fewer get to glimpse. When she rides on the front of the cart or jumps around and waves her hand in front of my face, I may act appalled, but it’s only ever me pretending. I love when she is happy like that.
My best friend is so genuine. How do you just say what you want, feel what you want and radiate such charisma and confidence? She is never a mask. She just is.
My best friend is my favorite person, the person who has the final say on all the boys, the person who has the answers when I can’t seem to find them. She has crazy ideas that she convinces me to try, and tries the ones I suggest too. My best friend is the reason I live the beautiful, unstoppable life I do. She gives me courage when I’m not brave, “I’ll do it if you do it,” she says. She pushes me when I need a nudge, jumping feet first off a cliff. She reminds me it’s not worth my tears when my mascara is expensive.
I wasn’t looking when I found you, you just showed up, like a sand dollar washed up on the beach, sitting right there when I happened to look down at my feet. Just like that I picked you up, and my day was brighter.
