I do not know that I have really had that before.
I have had friends who I called "best" but they had "betters."
I had a boyfriend who did not madly love me back.
I had a father who, although now calls me daughter, had tried to call me friend, acquaintance... or on the occasional holiday.
I have not known a "best" who called me "best" back. but now I do. and that means more than she thought it would. it has to.
The strangest of beginnings, the most unlikely duo, fellow collectors of ridiculous treasures, ex-procrastinators, wounded healers, creative geniuses, fellow "best"s.
I love you best friend. more than you know.
