you’re not friends because you sit together at lunch, or talk on the phone, or have matching flip flops, or can recite each others wardrobes. 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 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.