While visiting my family in Arizona, a month back, I got asked this question: are you friends? While sitting next to him on the couch, I got told this statement: you're my best friend. Growing up, I always had at least one best friend. To this day, I could name at least 4 people I consider to be my best friends. But, they all have something in common...they are all very romantically involved with someone. Two are married, one will be shortly and the other has been in a long term relationship.
I always believed that when you are in a relationship it is best to be friends first then lovers second. But I never thought I would truly understand that concept. Honestly, being best friends meant time. Being best friends meant that memories from long past had to sustain you. It was never a connection issue. It was time. How wrong I have been.
Of the 4 people I consider to be besties, I have known them all over 9 years. So I have the time. And over that time memories have been forged into the deep recesses of our hearts. We have the formula I thought necessary to be a best friend. But perhaps there has been a hindrance for sometime now. I am not, nor will I ever be their lovers. For those girls I will always come at least second. For some of them I come way down the line. So, if I understand and accept that concept do I really understand what a best friend is?
I have been trying to reevaluate that concept. And when I think of white boy I think of someone who, at the drop of a split second, would chase the moon to place it in the palm of my hand. When I am not with him, I want to be. When I have some good news, I want to tell him. When I am sad, I want to be in his arms. He makes me laugh. He listens and gently guides. He has become my best friend forever and ever and ever.
I heard it said best: you are my human diary. That is my perfect definition of a best friend. And I want nothing more than to confide all I have and am in the strength he gives me. I think I found a new bestie...think I'll keep him. Hope he keeps me too.
I always believed that when you are in a relationship it is best to be friends first then lovers second. But I never thought I would truly understand that concept. Honestly, being best friends meant time. Being best friends meant that memories from long past had to sustain you. It was never a connection issue. It was time. How wrong I have been.
Of the 4 people I consider to be besties, I have known them all over 9 years. So I have the time. And over that time memories have been forged into the deep recesses of our hearts. We have the formula I thought necessary to be a best friend. But perhaps there has been a hindrance for sometime now. I am not, nor will I ever be their lovers. For those girls I will always come at least second. For some of them I come way down the line. So, if I understand and accept that concept do I really understand what a best friend is?
I have been trying to reevaluate that concept. And when I think of white boy I think of someone who, at the drop of a split second, would chase the moon to place it in the palm of my hand. When I am not with him, I want to be. When I have some good news, I want to tell him. When I am sad, I want to be in his arms. He makes me laugh. He listens and gently guides. He has become my best friend forever and ever and ever.
I heard it said best: you are my human diary. That is my perfect definition of a best friend. And I want nothing more than to confide all I have and am in the strength he gives me. I think I found a new bestie...think I'll keep him. Hope he keeps me too.
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