I’ve said before that I believe in soulmates, and I know that my bestfriend is one of mine. Our friendship is not necessarily long, but I’ve never met any other friend who could understand me as well as she could. We share the same beliefs, values, and even our experiences have some level of similarities. She’s my Christina Yang, my Serena van der Woodsen (because I fancy myself as Meredith and Blair, ha-ha). We think alike so much that most of the time, we don’t need to tell each other what we’re thinking. We just know.
There are people that you grow up with, and there are people that you grow with. And while everyone grows up with someone else, it’s not as easy to find people you can really grow with. And I grew with her. She understood the inexplicable (and terribly stupid) way I have of always taking the backseat in my past relationships, because she’s the same way. We share a love for kids, and we make decisions out of our emotions. We moaned about professors, and problems both petty and grave. We witnessed one another go through a slew of relationships both serious and not, in pursuit of someone we can share the thing we’ve always wanted–a whole and happy family.