So my best friend gave me the Parachute album the other day. It is safe to say I haven’t listened to anything else since that time.
There are some sad and happy songs. All la-de-da. But some of them really have quite a deep meaning.
So here’s what I’ve been thinking about.
I have a best friend who is such a good friend. She is so much better than I can ever hope to be. She inspires, devotes, hopes, loves, and a million other words that I can’t think of to describe her. Basically she’s made me not afraid to be me. I found out that being ME is ok, because she makes ME feel like a million bucks.
I have a best friend who maybe doesn’t need me as much as she pretends she does, because she knows I like to give advice. She’s crazy and fun and doesn’t hesitate to jump into a party. She knows what to say and when to say it, but behind closed doors she says whatever she wants.
I have a best friend who is insane, not really, but almost. She plays hard and works hard, knows she can vent to me about anything, and loves to be the center of attention, in a good way. She knows what she believes and sometimes plays a rebel, but everyone knows who she really is. She’s a sweet, caring, mother-hen person who knows how to fix things.
I have a best friend who literally makes my heart stop. He’s probably one of the best people to come into my life. He listens when he probably doesn’t care, he gives advice when he probably doesn’t care, he looks out for me, and never lets what I’ve done ruin who I am. He never fails to tell me every single day what I mean to him, and it means more than anyone will ever know. Who knows what’s going to happen between us, but I can say I will love him forever and always, regardless of how things turn out. Because of what he’s given me. Because of who he is.
I will love all of these people forever and always. We’ll go our seperate ways. But that doesn’t matter.