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To lose a boyfriend, or even to lose a husband, is something that is no longer remarkable to me. What is of more significance to me is to lose a friend. Of far more significance is to lose a best friend.
A best friend is a funny thing. People define them so differently. For one person, it may be the person they see almost every day, perhaps a roommate or a classmate with whom they share a majority of classes and life experiences. For another person, it may be the person they will call first when something momentous happens to them.For yet another, it may be the one they have known the longest. As many people there are in the world, so many are the definitions of a best friend.
To me, my best friend is this: He is the one who has listened to me ramble about a variety of menial topics, ranging from the characteristics of fictional friends to the benefits of certain brands of lotions. He is the one who is so readily available for a good talk and great laughs when there's nothing to be done at a part time job. He is the one who has celebrated with me the exciting moments of life's changes, and worried with me when these changes were uncertain. He is the one who is saddened by the fact that I must leave to sleep, to go to class, or to attend to the other parts of my day because it's not a part of my day that I share with him. He is the one who asks the questions I don't want to answer and raises the points I don't want to hear because those are the things I must eventually answer and hear. He is the one who listens to me, but challenges me to think another way. He is the one that has mourned with me through some of the greatest losses in my life. He is the one who was the first to receive a text about some of the most monumental events of my life. He is the one who has picked up my phone call, to nothing more than the sound of my sobbing on the other end, and patiently waits for me to get my breath back. Whatever life threw at me, I could have comfort and confidence when I knew that he would be there, for me and with me.
And he is the one that I fear so greatly I am about to lose.
A best friend is a funny thing. People define them so differently. For one person, it may be the person they see almost every day, perhaps a roommate or a classmate with whom they share a majority of classes and life experiences. For another person, it may be the person they will call first when something momentous happens to them.For yet another, it may be the one they have known the longest. As many people there are in the world, so many are the definitions of a best friend.
To me, my best friend is this: He is the one who has listened to me ramble about a variety of menial topics, ranging from the characteristics of fictional friends to the benefits of certain brands of lotions. He is the one who is so readily available for a good talk and great laughs when there's nothing to be done at a part time job. He is the one who has celebrated with me the exciting moments of life's changes, and worried with me when these changes were uncertain. He is the one who is saddened by the fact that I must leave to sleep, to go to class, or to attend to the other parts of my day because it's not a part of my day that I share with him. He is the one who asks the questions I don't want to answer and raises the points I don't want to hear because those are the things I must eventually answer and hear. He is the one who listens to me, but challenges me to think another way. He is the one that has mourned with me through some of the greatest losses in my life. He is the one who was the first to receive a text about some of the most monumental events of my life. He is the one who has picked up my phone call, to nothing more than the sound of my sobbing on the other end, and patiently waits for me to get my breath back. Whatever life threw at me, I could have comfort and confidence when I knew that he would be there, for me and with me.
And he is the one that I fear so greatly I am about to lose.