Count on me

I think of all the times I spent with my best friend, who I now consider my sister. We reached a level on our friendship where the bonds that unite us are stronger than ever, and we’re family now. She is the family I choose, and I don’t regret making that decision. I can’t picture my life without her, and she’s so special, she’s got an amazing sense of humor, a little shy but so charming. She’s one of a kind. I don’t consider myself a person with too many friends. I prefer quality before quantity and it’s true that I can count my close friends with just one hand. I don’t open up to just anyone. I don’t open up at all. I’m a private person, and I just share what I want people to know. I don’t just let anybody in, but with her it’s different. She found the way to my heart and knows me like the palm of her hand or like the rolls on her pug.

The past year was a rocky one, won’t lie the first year in college done, but I barely made it out alive. I started working a full-time job, studying Saturdays trying to balance my life between work, studies, family, friends and my love life (at that time when I still had one) she was always there. Through the good and bad, in sickness and in health. We are connected through the bonds that we’ve build throughout the years, it hasn’t been easy, but we remain. Communication has been the key for us, because although we no longer saw each other every day we were still in contact and didn’t let distance get in the way between our friendship. I know if I found myself lost in the middle of the sea, she will sail the world to find me. In my darkest moments she’s been the light that guide me, and I’ve been there for her as well.

A true friend is not the one who’s only there for the good times. Sure it’s nice, but a real friend will hold you and carry you through your darkest moments. I know that, and I worry and care about her so much all the time. I never forget to tell her I love her because although she knows it, it’s important to say it. I never get tired of telling her she’s the most amazing person I know. She’s like a princess not because she’s delicate or girly, cause she’s not, but for her qualities. Like Cinderella she’s got more kindness in her little finger than most people have all together. She’s the perfect combination of Tiana and Merida, with her curly hair and sweet brown skin. Everyone loves a kind heart. When I feel overwhelmed, she knows how to calm my aching heart.

I know her and feel just so blessed to know her and have someone like her in my life. I know I can count on her like one, two, three and she can count on me like four, three, two, I’ll be there. There was one day I remember clearly, when I got a call from her. I knew what it was, in that moment and she didn’t have to say anything. I knew it, and cried with her, that is a different level of connection, I just wanted to be there and hold my sister. This kind of love is unique, a love where one person knows all your secrets, your deepest, darkest, most dreadful secrets of which no one else in the world knows… and yet in the end, that one person does not think any less of you; even if the rest of the world does. That’s the kind of love we have. I believe in her, on how talented she is and admire her free spirit. She is my sister; she is my person.

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