Let me tell you about my best friend.

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Best friend…..what does it mean?

If you look up a definition online (thanks to Urban Dictionary, only the most trustworthy of sources) it says”

“Truly, a bestfriend can be the exact opposite of you, and this usually leads to fights and difficulties getting along, but somehow you still just love them to death anyway. Your bestfriend is the one person who could not speak to you for any amount of time but you still think of them just the same. Someone who, despite all the changes a person goes through in their life, will stick by you and always accept you for who you are. A person who will always tell you what you NEED to hear, even if its not necessarily what you WANT to hear. A person who can make you laugh even on your bad days, and who makes all the problems in life seem easy to overcome, as long as you have them by your side. A bestfriend can be many things, your inspiration, your hero; bestfriends help eachother to become better people by using honest, constructive criticism that sometimes hurts to hear, but is all for the best in the end. Bestfriends are the ones that bring up touchy topics with you, even if it will risk you being angry w/ them because they care more about your well being. Your bestfriend is the one who you could piss off so badly, but in your time of need they’ll will still be there for you. A bestfriend is someone who you have shared good AND bad memories with, but you just can’t help but cherish each of them; a TRUE bestfriend is hard to come by, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget.”

I have had numerous “best friends” in my life. Looking back though…. I don’t know why. What truly defines a best friend? Someone who will be there for you? Who you can be around and just be yourself? Who doesn’t judge you? I feel that a lot of us go through life and attach ourselves to people, because having a “best friend” is something that society almost requires of us. I know I have felt that way for a lot of my life. If I didn’t have a best friend, I inherently felt that there was something wrong with me. Why couldn’t I be close to someone? Why couldn’t I have something everyone else seemed to have?

As I’ve grown up, I still feel like that sometimes, but have come to realize that we all feel this way; at one point or another we have felt completely alone, no matter how many people we surround ourselves with. But when you find someone you relate to strongly or can be you, the true authentic YOU, that’s what makes us feel safe, loved, needed.

Where am I going with this?

This girl right here.

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When I first moved to Denver, I was terrified. “What if I make no friends? What if I”m just too weird or too out there or just too….me?”

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Blake is the best friend I could ask for. We have done more together in the two and 1/2 months I have known her then I have done with most people in 5 years. She pretty much knows everything about me; all my dirty little secrets, my weird habits, my everything…. and she doesn’t care. She doesn’t judge me, she listens and accepts. And I do the same for her. There are sometimes when we are exactly alike: loving Coke Zero, crushing on Demi Lovato, making the same weird assumptions about people, literally finishing each other’s sentences. And other times we’re just two different people, but still the set of friends. She goes out of her way to be an amazing fried: she threw me an awesome party, made me feel so special on my 21st and is just generally there for me 24/7. And I really hope I”m being as good of a friend back. Because people like this don’t come around too often.

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I’m just really thankful for her.

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That’s all 🙂

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