I saw a friend today. A friend I hadn’t seen in person for over half a year. And someone asked me if I thought X was going to be my BEST friend for always. I am not a fan of the term and I answered “whether X is my ‘best’ friend or not, X will always be my most important friend”.
I don’t believe in soulmates but I do think some people are more compatible than others. If most of the people you meet in life sooner or later become no more than mere passers-by, then with a select few you can sense from the outset that you’ve made a life changing connection; you know that they are special.
This is not a love letter, for love is fickle and love can be selfish, love can leave without a moment’s notice and love can burn and scar and devastate and consume you. And some people are too important to lose to Love.
This is an ode to Friendship. Well, an ode in the most artsy 21th century kind of sense because there is no rhyme to it, nor really reason for that matter. (HaHa!) No, this is just me taking the time to remind myself that I am fortunate enough to have found someone who makes me less selfish, less self-absorbed, more caring, stronger and determined, makes me want to be the best version of myself. This is Friendship in its purest, most unadulterated, uncorrupt, kindest, best form – X is my most important friend.
After all, it is rare to find someone whose compliments sound truly genuine, without a trace of jealousy or a hint of falseness; someone whose criticism doesn’t sting because you recognise it as nothing more than f r i e n d l y advice; who can reference things they hate because you love them; who understands you on a deeper level, the way you need people to understand you, without even having to really explain. X is always just there.
Not like a safety net, but like a reminder that someone who didn’t have to has chosen you, who sees you with all your flaws and doesn’t need you to be anything more than who you are and who will still support you, be there for you, love you unconditionally. Not like a parent loves their child, always wishing they would do just a little better, make a more sensible choice for their own sake; nor like a lover loves their partner, idolising, only seeing the good bits and slowly smoothing out their unique, rough edges; no, love the way only a most important friend can love you – the real you, all of you, always. x