My Best Friend

Stuff has happened since my last blog post which I don’t think I have the energy to document, but there’s always been one constant: my best friend. 

I’ve always appreciated her and loved having her by my side, and it’s unfortunate that I never remember to mention that to anyone, even her. But my birthday is coming up and she gave me a gift that surprised me. She commissioned someone to draw me in the style of Bojack Horseman and gave me a framed copy. 

To others, it may not seem so significant, but it made me realise just how much she knows me. I love it with all my heart and instantly hung it up in my living room for all to see. Not a single other one of my friends could have come up with the idea of this gift. Not a single one could have known me that well. 

We had a discussion and came to understand that I’m a boys’ girl, meaning I get along with boys quicker than with girls, whereas she is the opposite. But with her, we just get to be girls. Not women, or adults, or whatever people think we might be. We are just girls and the world becomes our playground. The comfort I feel, just driving in the sunlight, with her in the passenger seat is absolutely unmatched. I feel like I could live forever. 

Someday, we will both be older and tired but I don’t doubt that we’ll both have that same youthful craziness that surfaces when we are together. She’s the kind of person who will stick around for a lifetime. 

To the strangers that may stumble upon this, I hope you have a friendship like this. To my best friend, if she still opens this website, then lol ur gay. But to myself in the future, when my vanity gets the better of me and I choose to look for good wording in my own writing, tell Bea I say hi. Tell her I say thanks. Actually don’t tell her that, she’ll make fun of you. But be girls with her for as long as you can. That’s the best advice I can give. 

Bye.