Who is your best friend, and why? I don't quite understand this question - at least not the way that it is currently written. Why? Are you seriously asking me that? I am not sure if you are expecting me to have to make a decision between a couple of friends or if you simply expect me to justify a friendship.
Friendships, certainly between best friends, don't need justification. Hell they don't even need a reason. I can remember our first conversation - the reason we spoke that first time. I'm not sure you could say that is why we became best friends though. People say that love happens when you least expect it. They are generally talking about the romantic love but I think best friend love is much the same way.
I love my best friend in a way I don't love anybody else. We consider one another to be soul mates. It is just a connection a comfortable bear all relationship like you could (well I certainly couldn't) not have with your family members (though I am not sure about the sister-sister relationships). She puts up with all my faults and I put up with hers.
Anyway I mentioned still remembering our first meeting before so I figured I'd relent and tell all about that. I came home to Australia from the US midway through my grade 8 school year (that is the bottom year of Queensland high school). After 2ish years away including the major primary to high school shift few of my friends were left around. I ended up in the school group that I did through the girl who had been my best friend in years 1,2,3 before she switched schools.
I think it would be fair to say I am a person designed to have a best friend. I have a naturally inclination towards having that one friend who I am truly myself with all the time. I also tend to rely on my best friend to be myself (be comfortable) amongst other people. I have had, to date, 4 best friends. The one above, the one 'Hannah' in grade 4,5,6, one during my time in the US and the one this is about. The only one I no longer have any connection to is Hannah but that's alright.
So this group, we were the behind the man. arts building group and there was anything between 8 and 15 people there at different times. Looking back I love how the groups worked back in high school. If I sit here these will be my friends kind of thing - doesn't work like that anymore. I am lucky if I manage to sit down to a meal with people who would actually talk to me... yes I live a lonely life.
Anyway we were sitting down to lunch and for some reason we were discussing best friends. What a topic hey? And SHE, a red headed girl I hadn't seen in the group before now, mentioned a name. I thought I heard wrong. Did she just say 'Hannah Jones' or was I hearing things? I checked it with her and no I hadn't heard wrong. Her old best friend had the same name as my old best friend. Surely that couldn't be a coincidence.
So the first conversation I had with my best friend was comparing notes about my old best friend. She had come to my school in year 4 after being at Steph's (my best friend) school for the first three years. I suppose it isn't surprising that if we would choose to be best friends with the same person we would probably get along but it is amazing how well we get along.
Ours is one of those bonds that you just have. I haven't seen her more than three times in a year since we finished school and yet I don't have a single friend to hold a candle to her. To be perfectly honest I only hope that I get a relationship half as deep and half as understand between myself and the man I marry. We can talk by way of a single text message or a three hour phone call. We can simply hang out in a hotel room, or go for a walk or come up with the most reckless and outrageous plan ever concocted.
Most of all though we can completely be ourselves one hundred percent of the time. Even though she doesn't get my Christian faith and I can't appreciate the desire to go out drinking on a Friday night. Even when she can't handle the crowds in a shopping centre for more than half an hour. Or when I spak out completely over something that should be insignificant.
Who knows why it is the way it is. Who knows why she puts up with me (I certainly wouldn't be my friend after I've gone off my tree after losing a game of Uno or because I didn't ace a maths exam). But she does so I repay the favour and love her unconditionally right back. I just pray that I will always have her as my friend.
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