Sunday, August 30, 2009

weirdly beautiful.

We have spent countless hours sitting and talking in the darkness of our rooms. With the black of night surrounding us, the only thing visible is the road ahead that is lighted by our headlights, and we ride around just to sing at the top of our lungs because that is our “therapy”. Sometimes on a cool summer night we park our vehicles just to get out and lie under a blanket of stars and discuss our own problems in life, but other times we sit in silence. We are able to sit quietly, and she has the ability to be there for me in her own way because she is my best friend.
She is a lot like me, but that is not why I admire her. I admire her because of her strength, her faithfulness, and her strong beliefs. She is a constant supporter, and20she is never out of reach for me when I need her. She is the person I would run to if I decided to leave home. She would not ask any questions about why I was there, but rather listen to what I had to say. She is unique, and I admire her for that. This person is one of the strongest people that I know because she has helped me through difficult situations that I could not have handled alone. When she speaks of something close to her heart, it is quite visible that she believes every word of what she is saying. Oftentimes, she is not speaking about it to make someone believe in it too, but rather voice her opinion about the matter.
Likewise, she is beautiful, and she is wise. Her eyes are sometimes a bright green with speckles of brown; other times they are a deeper color. Her dark hair shines, and it falls around her shoulders. She is not very tall, but she stands with a dark complexion and her skin glistens from her makeup and lotion. She has a tender heart, which causes her inner beauty to shine, but she is blunt about the way she feels. She will always share exactly what is on her heart and mind. She is a deep thinker and always gives great advice.
In conclusion, one of her pet peeves is the nickname I have given her, but for all these years I have gotten away with it. On occasion we call ourselves sisters because we are alike in so many ways. I admire her not only because she is my best friend, but because of the influence s he has had in my life. When I have fallen down, it has been her strength that has been there to pick me back up. Her faithfulness in being there for me has kept me going. I once heard an anonymous quote that says, “Friendship is not one big thing, but a million little things”, and it is so true with her. I know that no matter how hard life gets, she has my back. The person that I have written about is Meg Banks.