My head was nothing but scars and blood, you told me I was still your best friend, that you'd always be mine. And no matter the slander or the hate that came my way, you took it on as "ours." You were willing to take on all that just to give me space to heal. You are the best friend anyone could ever have and I'm blessed that you are mine.
When the world became bullets, you became my shield, never once caring if I was wrong or right. I love you for it, best friend.
When others lined up to judge and jeer, to point out every flaw that had been exposed by my new cruel circumstance, you stood by there as if you couldn't be more proud that my heart still had the courage to beat. That's why you'll always be my best friend.
When I was at my worst, when I didn't know up from down, you were the one who stayed at my side, stoically proud of me no matter what I did. You praised my efforts and ignored my failures. You said you stand by me no matter what, and you did. Your my best friend and nobody can ever earn that title, because it's already yours.
You are the friend who loves me as a good mother loves a child, forgiving and compassionate, accepting me at my best and worst, always helping me to become their better self. You are my best friend because you always point out when I'm being an arse, yet you do it with gentle and accepting love. It's as if this life so often is a forest in the fog and you are the only one brave enough to show up as a boring old sign post.
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