I have so many best friends. Friends who will meet with me and talk through my dramas every week. Friends who will drop everything to come rescue me from the side of the road, because I've done something stupid. Who make me cake on my birthday, and shout me dinner cause I've misplaced my wallet (again). Friends who make my life better and a million different ways. And I <3 each of them dearly.
But the Title of "Best Friend"? The lady who holds this spot in my heart has held it for the longest time. She's been around forever, and even though I don't see her very often, she's it.
Liz, the chick who runs a business with me, who has the common sense to my wild ideas. Who brings me back headbands from Melbourne cause I squeed over one, once. Who lets me crash all her family parties, and swaps books with me, even though we're in different countries and introduced me to Seth Green + the guys from Robot Chicken. Who cheers me on and squees and let me be Maid of Honour at her wedding.
Who sends me her Canadian money because I'm gonna visit there, and gets up early to skype with me (even though technically it was my turn to get up early), who gets excited about the things I do, tells me when I'm being silly, let's me convince her that we should hand feed stingrays, remembers my birthday + sends a card even though she's in another hemisphere and does all the dumb development stuff so I only have to do the design.
She's awesome, really. I <3 her, and she is my BFF.