Bestest Friends

I haven’t heard that term in I don’t even know how long.  But I did today.  From Jason.  You know, tonight I was standing under the streetlight outside my house, recalling times in the past when I would stand under it.  I’ve always wanted to be in the spotlight, be famous, something.  But I always considered myself to be in the darkness.  In the shadows.

I’m not.  I’m not sure I ever was.  Well, correction.  I was in shadows, but I could still see light.  I could embrace it occasionally, but most of the time I was playing with the shadows on the wall.

“Jason,

You’ve been my best friend for I don’t know how long.  Probably since the first time we met and really hung out, that time when you were so determined to knock my hat off with a snowball.  I had no idea that you were something of a guardian angel to me during my junior and senior years, and you have no idea how much that means to me.  You’ve never really been able to tell me what goes on in your heart, or in your mind.  But lately, you’ve opened up, and I find it amazing.  You’re an incredible person, with an awesome amount of strength, and I admire you so much.

You’ve told me that you’re, at most, an open chapter.  I think you’re an open book to me.  Just not one that I completely understand yet.  But I’m working at it.

I don’t know what to say here, because there aren’t words to describe you.  I could write for pages and pages, and still not have your essence down.  There’s something primal about our relationship.  Something simple, and pure, and deep.  Deeper than I ever expected to know from anyone.

You gave me the words I needed today.  I no longer find myself being so insecure in our friendship.  Excuse me.  Best friendship.  I don’t know what I would do without you, either.  My Bestest Friend.