I think it's important, if not absolutely bloody life-changingly-vital that everyone should have a really close friend. Someone who knows you inside and out, upside and down, and more often than not … better than you actually know yourself.
I have one of those. And in this time of need – a.k.a the time I’m busy planning a wedding on my own – I miss her more than anything, and selfishly need her here with me instead of gallivanting all across the bloody seas. But … I must admit I am very proud of my bestest. She's so clever, and self-sufficient, and brave, and strong-willed, and eagerly entrepreneurial, that it's inspiring. And while we may not stay in touch as often as we’d like, or should, and our lives may have taken very different dirt paths, and we may be an un-countable number of centimeters away from each other … I still feel like when I say something: she gets it. So it’s almost as if we don’t need to talk that often anyway because we already understand?!
No … that last bit is crap. I want her home right this instant so we can talk often and share moments, and grow old together. But in the meantime, I guess this will just have to do. This is what the bestest had to say today:
"Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears. In the end that's all there is...Love and its duty, Sorrow and its truth."-Shantaram by Greggory David Roberts