The B to my S.

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So I have this friend. We’ve known each other since we were kids, but only really became friends a few years ago. And when we became close, we became best friends.

And then we weren’t.

We had this big blow up of a fight and stopped talking for a bit. After a few discussions and attempts at mending fences, we became aquaintances again.

I decided, for my own sake, that I would not go out of my way to be her friend. But, circumstances have worked in our favor and we are friends again. Shortly after becoming friends again, we talked about what went wrong the first time. We had become too reliant on each other to be “Best Friends”. We were expecting too much of each other.

Just recently I realized that after everything, she is still my Best Friend. When I thought about it, I was worried that I was screwing things up again.

Now I’ve decided that the problem before wasn’t that I had dubbed her my Best Friend, but that I had these expectations of her because of it. I’ve thrown away those expectations. I no longer believe that you have to spend tons of time, every week, with your Best Friend. You don’t have to text them or talk to them, all day, every day. But, when I need her, she’s there. When she needs me, I’m there. She knows most of my secrets, and I know some, if not most, of hers. She can tell when I want her to make me feel better and when I want her to just listen and wallow with me; I try to do the same for her. We have fun together. We see the best and worst in each other and we don’t care. [Granted, we may complain about minor annoyances. But that’s normal. =P]

She knows who she is.

She is my Best Friend. And if I’m not hers, that’s okay.

She is the B to my S. [Ironic, that together, we’re BS.]

And I’m so thankful to have her.

-Aleigh

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