Everyone has it’s own meaning of a best friend. At first I considered my best friends to be the people I spent the most time with but time has shown me what a best friend really is. A best friend is not someone who you party with or someone you trust and tell your secrets to. It’s not someone you can cry with or complain about everything.
My true best friend is someone with whom I fight. We hate each other sometimes. We can spend months without talking or knowing if the other is still alive. We disagree a lot. I do things to piss him and most of the time it works. He’s constantly telling me what a bad person I am. I sneak to do things he doesn’t want me to do. I talk to him about everything I know he hates. I say things to make him feel bad or guilty and I always pretend to be the victim. I fall in love with his friend knowing it was hopeless and ask for all his attention when I’m sad and want to talk about it. And I talk about it and nothing else for days! He usually leaves me talking alone. I talk about him behind his back. I don’t know when his birthday is. He is the person I trust the most. He knows my deepest, darkest secrets and laugh of them. He knows me better than myself. He gets everything I say even if I’m just mumbling. He listens to me even if it’s the tenth time I say the same thing. He knows I’m feeling down just by reading my facebook posts. He is the only one that understands every thought and every feeling I have. And he is sure I’m crazy but he loves me like that.
To my best friend Alex.