My best friends are different but yet the same. They lie on the opposite extremes when comes to personality but are closest to my heart compared to the 95% of people out there. They hug me when I’m down, kiss me like we’ve been related our whole life, and poke the fat that comes out when I sit down or bend over. They tell me my flaws even though they never wish to change me. They might annoy me and make me angry sometimes but at the end of the day we will always be a team. I think of them when I see the most random unrelated things. When they are heart broken they make a crack in my heart. I want to hate those that hurt them, and hurt those that hate them. We usually know what each other are thinking and we understand each other almost like we understand our own self.
I guess what I'm trying to say is...like what one of you told me yesterday after we had a quick lunch together and I asked you “what’s wrong” once I noticed that face you make when you are zoning off into another world… “I’m just thankful, thankful to have you two as my best friends.”