Best kind.


I absolutely love those friends you haven’t talked to in months or years and when you do, you go back.

Back to that time in your life when you were close.

I throughly enjoy that I have people I played volleyball with or was friends with that never really stopped being my friend.

Sure they aren’t in my everyday life, but I would still drop everything for those people.

Those friendships I know in 20 years I’ll still be able to call them up and go to lunch with them.

That is the best kind of friend.


Best Friend.


It dawned on me today. I finally figured out when it hit me you weren’t the one for me.

You told me I wasn’t you’re best friend. 

How were you in love with me if I wasn’t your best friend?

How could I possibly spend the rest of my life with someone who doesn’t consider me their best friend?

I couldn’t.

And I didn’t.

The person I am going to end up with will be my best friend and I will be his.

No ifs, ands, or butts.





Sometimes I feel completely taken advantage of. I drop everything for people and I don’t even get an ounce of care back.

I’m always the friend. I’m never the best friend or even the close friend.

I don’t understand what makes it so hard for people to get close to me. I don’t push them away.

I also don’t understand what makes it so hard to invite me along to do things with you. I constantly feel forgotten, unimportant.

I can’t get these thoughts out of my mind. I recently saw the true colors of who I thought was my best friend, this could all be the result of that. I can’t believe this would make me doubt all my other friendships too.