I asked a handful of college students what their favorite quality of their best friend was. Close to 95 percent of those people responded with loyalty or trustworthiness.
Honestly, I was astonished by the lack of mixture of answers. I guess by the time a person hits college, everyone has had that agonizing experience of people who have gone behind their back just to cause drama. There is that well-known saying that you are an accumulation of the five people most close to you. This is where many of the responses most likely stemmed from. Past experience shapes who we are and molds the relationships that we look for with others.
How would anyone make it through all the lows of life without their one person by their side? We all have that one best friend that we confide almost everything in. That one person that will listen to everything that you have going on in your mind. The one friend you can open your soul up to. The one person you can talk to for hours on end and never get bored of. That close friend you can tell everything to and never worry about being judged. That one person that will always be there to help you get your life back on track even when you don't ask for help. The person that keeps you sane when the world is telling you to explode.
As a college student that has been through many relationships and is developing a better sense of self, I have learned that having that one friend who has been through it all is what truly mattered the most. That one friend that has been there for you when your eyes have been sparkling with happiness and tears.
I once read in this book that you decide which people you want to get close to and only you decide the kind of relationship want to have with them; you decide the terms. There is also that one other miscellaneous fact that if a friend sticks around for more than 10 years they're stuck with you for life.
Hopefully, everyone finds that one person. The one person that makes you think that one lifetime is not enough for them. These are the friends that matter most.
