Thought Catalog


When you were younger everything felt good and it felt safe, like you’d never have to think about living a day without each other. You thought you’d be inseparable, you naïvely thought things would never change, but maybe that’s just because you tried so hard to block out the reality you knew was coming.

You are the backbone to all of the experiences I’ve had.
You’ve been there for all of the good and all of the bad,
but I don’t nearly spend enough time composing literature about you.


A best friend is literally everything—a shoulder to cry on, an ear to vent to, a pair of eyes to confirm that your outfit is just right, and the person you rely on to hate your ex more than you…