Let me tell you all about my best friend. This girl is a force to be reckoned with, even if she doesn’t know it yet. She carries an unreal amount of strength with her, and doesn’t even carry it with the intent for herself. She gives it to others. She gives it to me. I honestly don’t know how she does it, I don’t think she even knows how she does it. She has so much fire in her heart that she puts lava and the sun to shame. She will give you spark that no candle or firework will ever provide you with.
My best friend is the kind of girl to only have a 10 minute break all day, and spend it calling me to make sure I’ve eaten. My best friend calls me within seconds of me leaving her house, just to tell me she already misses me…even though it legit has been 30 seconds since pulling out of her driveway. She is the only person in my life who straight up tells me I am overthinking and need to calm the fuck down. She can tell I’ve been with a guy by just looking at me and is probably already getting her phone out to look him up on social media before I’ve even told her his name.
My best friend knows how to fucking rally. (Not so relevant to anything, but I like to brag about it because holy shit she can rally). She’s also unusually skilled at parallel parking.
My best friend makes me want to challenge myself. I can’t tell you how many times I have almost not gone on a date with a guy because “he isn’t my type.” This bitch forces me to go on those dates, because why the hell not? & you know what…those are still a few of the best dates I have ever been on. Everything that holds me back as a person, she recognizes, she brings them to my attention, and she does not let me talk myself out of beating the hell out of it.
She tells you when your boobs look in amazing in that red lace bra…she forces you to buy that red lace bra. She’s the angel on my right shoulder, while still letting the devil on my left have some fun. She listens and laughs with no judgement when the devil ends up having maybe a little too much fun. If there is any judgement, she tells me to my face. If it ends up hurting me, it will always be because she is protecting me.
If you ask me to tell you a story about my childhood, it will either be about being at the baseball park or being with her. The awkward stages, the ‘what the hell am I doing with my life’ stages (basically every other week), and all the stages yet to come I have no doubt in my mind she will be there holding my hand for those too. We can sit in silence for hours and have more communication than most people do having a full conversation. We can drive around with the heater on and the windows down, screaming country lyrics way too loudly, while never actually acknowledging the fact that neither of us are singing the right words.
We aren’t perfect (pretty damn close though, lez be honest). I use words in the wrong context sometimes, and I know it kills her inside. No, I will never stop trying to touch her butt all the time, and no I will not stop trying to put my legs across her whenever we sit next to each other. I like to touch, just let it happen. Besides, she sits way too damn close to the steering wheel and would it kill her to share the blankets every once in a while?!
She’s heard me laugh so hard, I bark. I’ve heard her laugh so hard, you snort. I’ve cried with her in the backyard of a party at 1 AM, and I laughed with her 30 minutes later in the back of an Uber. We’ve seen it all, we’ve said it all, and we have stuck by each others side through it all (except that one time I left her and she had to run the streets of Orange back to the house alone at 2 AM).
I hope everybody finds that person. I hope everybody finds themselves a best friend like the one I have. To experience what it is like to have somebody want more for you than you would ever allow yourself to have.