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Best Friends

What does it mean to be a friend?

I believe, like love, everyone has their own definition
Mine is a person whom I can trust, is loyal, reliable, and someone that places either little or no judgment on what I do - someone who can tell me their honest opinion without fear

Now, that is a friend
But what about a BEST friend?

Are they the same thing just the best at the job?

If this is the case, I have three - not one
They all tie for the prize
This is because they each have the qualities that fit my description and much more

Best Friend #1 is just like me
We have the same interests and talk about anything pop culture
She is truly my other half

Best Friend #2 is honest and can read me like a book
With her it's easy to talk about simple things - like music
But she is also the one I talk to with issues that I usually can't tell others
She says her opinion every time but she listens and never tells

Best Friend #3 is outgoing and adventurous
She brings out the best in me and pushes me to be myself in every situation
Although I don't talk to her about personal matters, she is great at giving other advice
She allows me to be myself and push me to do the same in every other aspect of my life

Put together, these three extraordinary people make the perfect or best friend
I have known them pretty much all my life and couldn't imagine my life without them
I am SO thankful to have met these people and I only wish that we stick together forever

I also wish that I have been as good of a friend to them as they have been to me
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