#preadult

I love people.

I do. I'm done hiding it. I love talking to people. I love developing friendships. I love meeting the people that are distantly involved in my life. I love chatting over dinner, and finding out the secret facts that make us all unique.

But sometimes people fade out of your life. That's okay too. I like that there are always new people around the corner.

I have four best friends. Sometimes I feel like a fourteen year old when I say that. But when I was in high school I didn't understand what it meant. I didn't understand what friendship really looked like, and I certainly wouldn't have named these people. We are not all each others best friends. But they are mine, and they are amazing.

Yesterday I spent some time with two of them, and its just good for my soul. I've long thought that these are the people I'm not going to allow to drift away. These are the people who knew me when I was my awkward 14 year old self and hung onto me. These are the people who celebrate my achievements and let me know when I'm full of shit.

Best friends can just be the best, and I think this time of life needs them so much. I think the older I get the more I appreciate my family, but the more I NEED my friends. Your friends remember the little details and secrets you don't tell everybody. Your friends will pour you a cup of coffee without asking if you want it first. Your friends will get your ass out of bed and into a dress so you can share a new profile picture.