Everyone seems to live these dream lives. Constantly stunning, smiling, with people, laughing, in the most exotic and beautiful places… according to their social media at least. But the moments we remember of the lives we’ve lead, aren’t always the ones documented and captured in time. They’re a laugh, however ‘ugly’ or ‘unattractive’ loud and harsh and real, so real you can’t breathe and are slapping the table opposite your best friend. They’re the tears you cry, and are wiped away from someone who really cares. They’re looks you and your soulmate share and you both know exactly what it means.
This isn’t a sappy teenage love story. This is about me and one of my best friends.
I have a strong belief that everyone deserves to be happy and everyone can find it. Whether it’s acting or singing or sports or writing or reading or music or anything else that brings you that, then do it. But for lots of us, spending time with friends is on that list. And I count myself so incredibly lucky for the people I have in my life, I have some of the most kind and loving and supportive friends out of everyone I’ve ever met and, they know how much they mean to me and who they are, I can never thank them enough for that.
Does anyone else have that friend who’s more of a soulmate? That friend you can cry laugh with, cackle and hurt your cheeks with laughter, and you’re not even sure what you’re laughing about. Where you can say or do anything in the world, and it won’t be judged or change how they see you, they’ll just laugh and laugh? Where they can hear the things you’re not saying just as much as the ones you are?
Because I do.
We actually hated each other with a passion for months before we were friends. Then we were forced to share a room and all I can do is thank god that we were. It led me to meet one of the funniest, realist, fiercest, smartest and kindest friends I’ve ever known.
And it’s been three years. Only three years. But it feels like a forever. It’s not that I just love her. it’s not that she’s incredible. It’s not that I don’t have other best friends, which I do and I know I’ll have texts from people asking why I didn’t do one about them, but here’s the thing.
I don’t know what the future of this blog is. What I hope to get from it, where I want it to go, hell I don’t even know what I’m going to type for the next sentence. So maybe I’ll do a blog like this for all my friends.
But this is the first.
So to you, the girl who help my hand while I was drowning, to you the friend who loved me when I didn’t love myself, to you the person who has undeniably changed my life: thank you. For all you’ve done, all you do and all you are. Thank you. You found the light in me when I could only see the dark. You helped me feel when I wanted everything to stop. You supported and loved me in ways I don’t even think you realised. Thank you.
I love you.