This girl I know, has love written all over her. How do I know this? Because I’ve known her for almost 10 years now and counting. We’ve been through thick and thin, sadness and happiness, anger and love, NYC and back. She may not be your best friend, but she sure is mine. I don’t know what I would do without her.
She and I are similar yet different in so many ways. I am laid back, but while she is always in a rush yet at the same time she is the most patient out of the both of us. The one thing I appreciate most from this friendship is the effort in making it work. Obviously we are two different people and we will always have different tastes in things, but at the end of the day she respects my choice as I do with hers. For example, we could be on a trip in Brazil, where she might want to go tree-top trekking and even though I know I am deathly afraid of extreme heights, I would still do it. Same goes for her. I might want to go wine tasting in France and even though she doesn’t drink wine, she’d still join me. I call that effort. Effort to keep the friendship not just afloat but to keep it going stronger.
The connection I get from her is more of a sisterly love, but a sister that is the same age as me. I grew up with 3 older sisters, all much much older so our tastes on life are on totally different points of the spectrum. She is pretty much family to not only me, but to my own family as well. I don’t think I’ve ever had a friend where I felt that strong of a connection with. But then again, I’ve never had a friend that I’ve kept as a close friend for as long as I have with her.
Anyway, if you ever read this, I know I have made you listen to me cry for hours, made you put up with my tardiness and, made you feel my frustration which may seem like it’s directed at you when it’s really not, but at the end of everything you have overseen it all. You have always been there for me, put me in my place when I needed someone too and, waited until I sharpened myself up. Thank you for everything homie J.