Why my best friend is my best friend?
I honestly have no idea WHY, other than she is herself.
We understand each other. We mesh well.
Last year when I went through a really rough time, she was an escape from all of the shit going on everywhere else. If something is wrong, she is at my door no matter the time. We can do the stupidest things, but together they aren’t stupid; they are just normal. She has a great heart and loves everybody around her. She is the one person who’s house I show up at whether or not she is home and feel completely at home there. Not seeing her for more than a day is not normal. Of course, the summer is different. Last year, I was worried about what it would be like when she got home and she was too. But we were just as close, if not closer. This year I am not concerned at all. I am just waiting for the day to come.
Plus, who else would I play with puppets with?