How are we even best friends by by_the_word

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“You know why we are still best friends?” she asked pouring me another cup of tea.
“Why?” I asked without even looking at her. “Because we are entirely different.”
I gave out a short laugh and agreed to her. When I met her 10 years ago, anyone could have seen that.

She has always been a crowd puller, a tornado of ideas, a whole bunch of crazy. I, on the other hand, am a loner of sorts, a quiet, almost invisible presence.

“I would agree on that, but then how did we manage to remain friends despite that?” I wondered out aloud. “Because what we are to people, we are exact opposite to each other. With you I like to settle down. With me you open up.”
It is strange how we know each other so well.

It is even stranger that she knows me. I have been so careful to be quiet around people,
I have been so careful about blanketing secrets inside my heart.
I have been so careful of being soft, warm rain for others.

And yet before her I speak words I never would have spoken to another person. And yet with her I open the treasure chest and let her know. everything.

And yet with her I lay down all my storms and all my wreckage.

“I imagine how you’d react when I am in certain situations even when I very well know you’d be polite, and sensible and I will make terrible jokes only to be elbowed to the corner by you.

But then we’ll talk about it later and I will look at you like you are funniest person ever.” she continued.
“that I am. no doubt no doubt no doubt.”

“Stop all the Brooklyn nine nine references, I haven’t watched it yet!”
“Noice!”

“How are we even best friends…” we wondered out aloud for the nth time in the last ten years.

— how are we even best friends

@by_the_word

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