A true best friend. This poem is dedicated to my friend Heather.
~You're not best friends because you sit together at lunch or talk on the phone,
or have matching flip-flops or can recite each others wardrobe.
You're best friends because when she smiles,
a grin forces itself across your face no matter how mad you are,
when she cries you instantly feel her pain and want to cry with her.
When you look her in the eyes you know there’s no one you could ever trust more regardless of how many broken hearts you've had that's what it means to be best friends.~