We are not friends because you sit together at the lunch table, talk on the phone, have matching flip-flops, or can recite eachother's wardrobe. When she smiles, a grin forces itself across your face- no matter how angry you are. When she cries, instantly you feel her pain, and want to cry with her. When you look her in the eye, you know there's no one you could ever trust more- regardless of how many broken hearts
you've had. That's what it means to be friends.