August 4 is my best friend’s birthday. Well, let’s be straight, I have a lot of best friends. All my bridesmaids are best friends from my various walks of life. But, Audrey, well, she’s my best-best-best friend. However, I don’t like separating friends into a ranking system because it may make them feel like only one is the ultimate best and they somehow pale in comparison, but you all don’t pale at all. The term “best friend” isn’t really accurate. I feel like the person that you talk to all the time, or you don’t talk to but can start up a conversation on a dime without feeling insecure that you haven’t talked to them in a few months, as well as the person who you feel that you have so much in common with plus you’ve grown together as individuals, taught each others things, comforted each other countless times, been there, and loved beyond the love possible in your heart is really the closest friend.
So, I guess what I mean is that Audrey is my closest friend. I love her so much my heart feels like it melts every time I see her.
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