What is a best friend?
Aug. 6th, 2006 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorcyressA best friend is the one who's known of all the crushes you've had, even the ones you swore to yourself you wouldn't tell *anyone* about. And she's the only one who can tease you about said crushes without getting punched.
She's the one who you can wander over to her house, let yourself in without knocking, and go up to her room to borrow a shirt. Or a book. Or three eggs. And it never even matters if she's home or not.
She's the one you're fiercely protective over. The one where you've warned every boyfriend she's had that if he breaks her heart, you'll break his kneecaps. The one where, after you leart that the 250 pound metalhead we hang with implied she was a slut, you hauled your tiny little weak frame over to him and very nearly challenged him to a fight. The one you won't let other people talk shit about, even if it's true.
She's the one who, when idelly examining her bookshelf, you find some of your books. From sixth grade. And really, you don't even bother taking them back, because you know where to find them if you need them.
She's the one who you want to open up to, even if opening up means trusting, and you don't work well with trust. And she's the one who you *do* open up to.
She's the one who you're absolutely confident will still be your friend five, ten, twenty, thirty years from now. You don't need to go to the same college to keep in touch. You don't need to make elaborate plans to keep in touch. You just keep in touch.
She's the one who you trust enough to cry in front of when you're remembering all the good times from the relationship you fucked up and are still hopelessly confused over. And who can make you laugh fast enough that you're stuck giggling through the tears. Which never makes sense.
She's the one you've laid in the grass with for hours at a time, watching the clouds and plotting world domination.
She's the one you can flirt with as much as you want, and know that it'll never be serious, and *revel* in the fact that you have one blessed relationship that isn't hopelessly complicated.
She's the one who you can reminisce with, because she's the one who's always been there for you.
And she's the one who will always be there for you.
~Sor
MOOP!
[This is not a meme. Please don't steal this and repost this as a meme. If you're going to treat it like a meme, either include this disclaimer and credit me, or write your own damn version dedicated to *your* best friend. This is just me rambling, marginally influenced by spending the last hourandabit on e2 and dedicated to Veronica, because I love her, and I forget that sometimes. That is all.
And yes, all of these are at least marginally true stories.]
She's the one who you can wander over to her house, let yourself in without knocking, and go up to her room to borrow a shirt. Or a book. Or three eggs. And it never even matters if she's home or not.
She's the one you're fiercely protective over. The one where you've warned every boyfriend she's had that if he breaks her heart, you'll break his kneecaps. The one where, after you leart that the 250 pound metalhead we hang with implied she was a slut, you hauled your tiny little weak frame over to him and very nearly challenged him to a fight. The one you won't let other people talk shit about, even if it's true.
She's the one who, when idelly examining her bookshelf, you find some of your books. From sixth grade. And really, you don't even bother taking them back, because you know where to find them if you need them.
She's the one who you want to open up to, even if opening up means trusting, and you don't work well with trust. And she's the one who you *do* open up to.
She's the one who you're absolutely confident will still be your friend five, ten, twenty, thirty years from now. You don't need to go to the same college to keep in touch. You don't need to make elaborate plans to keep in touch. You just keep in touch.
She's the one who you trust enough to cry in front of when you're remembering all the good times from the relationship you fucked up and are still hopelessly confused over. And who can make you laugh fast enough that you're stuck giggling through the tears. Which never makes sense.
She's the one you've laid in the grass with for hours at a time, watching the clouds and plotting world domination.
She's the one you can flirt with as much as you want, and know that it'll never be serious, and *revel* in the fact that you have one blessed relationship that isn't hopelessly complicated.
She's the one who you can reminisce with, because she's the one who's always been there for you.
And she's the one who will always be there for you.
~Sor
MOOP!
[This is not a meme. Please don't steal this and repost this as a meme. If you're going to treat it like a meme, either include this disclaimer and credit me, or write your own damn version dedicated to *your* best friend. This is just me rambling, marginally influenced by spending the last hourandabit on e2 and dedicated to Veronica, because I love her, and I forget that sometimes. That is all.
And yes, all of these are at least marginally true stories.]
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on 2006-08-07 02:53 am (UTC)*wanders back to own journal to write one about her friends*
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on 2006-08-07 02:02 pm (UTC)this made my day much better.
on 2006-08-09 06:12 pm (UTC)I love you and am always here.
~V~