“you’re my best friend. and so are you. and so are you. and yes, i mean it just as much for each of you. except you, just a little bit more.”
there are the ones who happen all of a sudden-
the change taking place seemingly overnight, the ones everyone scratches their heads at
but eventually accept. their home is yours,
their pesky siblings have always been
your problem as well,
and yet in the casual comfort, there is a want of knowing.
there are the ones who arise out of necessity,
the inevitable pair who are together two people,
but around the rest of the world always competing.
there are moments of hilarity, thousands of inside jokes,
and the continually restrained frustration
of not belonging.
there’s love, yes, and routine to the companionship,
but at a point in their lives, there is a disconnection between lifestyles.
there are ones you knew for years
but only just met,
ones you were almost born with,
hearts you were adopted into.
there are ones that came sauntering in
on your life, completely uninvited but
subconsciously longed for,
wearing a big grin and a loud mouth
and a limitless ability to listen.
easiest, warmest, the most dangerous.
they are the ones you can love with everything you’ve got
and be loved back by with equal strength, but still feel completely separated from
every day. telling each other everything
and trusting each other completely does not make
forever a given.
there are ones you look up to,
ones you ache to echo.
there are ones you want to be strong for,
that make you want to be the amazing, unstoppable person
they could be if they tried.
and then there are the ones who say you’re their best friend,
in that light, teasing way
that makes you want to tell them that they’re your
best, that you want to be closest with-
there are ones who you write letters to every week
and pray with, who you know are for better or for worse, who share a friendship
with you that is unbreakable, but always strained by missing
you can label yourselves all you want,
but after being “best friends” with so many people,
the term loses its magic. the best ones
are the ones you can love the most and be loved by the most
without comparing them to anyone else.
(obviously needs editing since it was written at 11:40 PM in a couple minutes while I was sleep deprived and exhausted, but it’s been waiting to be written for a while.)