Honey

My bestest friend in the world shares her name with a sweet, sticky stuff. I think it's appropriate. She's really sweet and she's stuck with me for life. We've been friends since we were both twelve. She was the first person who struck up a conversation with me on the first day of freshman year in high school. (Yes, back in our day, high school starts after 6th grade so the freshmen are like twelve or thirteen.)

We went through puberty together, and that makes our friendship all the more sacred. When I look back, it makes me smile to remember all our silly antics. We were like Serena and Blair from Gossip Girl (minus the rich parents, gorgeous outfits and vindictive schemes), always fighting over petty stuff, having silent wars and hating each other, only to make up again the following day because we miss talking and we have important stuff to share to each other. By "important stuff" I mean updates like her crush glancing her way for like a fraction of a second, or my crush asking me for a sheet of paper before a quiz, or that our favorite boy bands have new music videos out on MTV, or that she realized she wants to marry that cute drummer from one of those bands and have two kids with him after college. 

We were inseparable in high school, but rarely saw each other during college. We studied in the same school but took up different degrees, we made friends with other people, I had a boyfriend, she had two (not simultaneously!). One great thing about our friendship is that we don't need to see or talk to each other daily to reinforce our relationship. We could go for weeks or even months at a time not hearing from each other, but when we see each other again it's like we never stopped talking, like it was only yesterday when we last got together. 

She's the first person I run to when I'm going through a crisis, she is my rock. She's like a sister to me and she knows me inside out. Even now that she's married (not to the drummer of the boy band though) and we're living and working in different cities and going through our adult lives separately, she remains to be my very best friend. Time and distance could never change that. And I hope when we're both eighty-year-old grannies, we'd still get together on rocking chairs in a porch and chat the day away like we always used to.