I’m in love with consistency. The steady, unchanging beauty of friendship.
I have a friend who I have luckily been able to call my friend for the past five years. We aren’t as close with each other as we’d like to be; we often don’t talk for long periods of time and don’t see each other for long periods of time. In high school we didn’t have many mutual friends, and it made it hard for us to see each other as much as we would have liked to.
But no matter how long it’s been since I’ve last seen her, and no matter how long it’s been since we’ve spoken last, every time we are reunited it’s like we’ve never been apart. It’s the type of friendship you don’t need to force. The type of friendship you don’t need to fake. It’s a friendship that is constantly put on pause, but things are flawless once you press play.
She’s the friend I can go to about anything, despite our lack of communication at times. She’s the friend I can sit down and cry with when things are bothering me, and the friend I can laugh with when things are really, really funny. She’s the type of friend who I know will always be there; who has proven she will always be there, no matter the distance, no matter what happens.
It’s a friendship I often times take for granted, because I forget how lucky I am to have her in my life until we’re back at that coffee shop, sipping cappuccino’s and catching up until midnight. Until we’re driving around in the car yelling at each other over Celine Dion songs. Until I’m at my breaking point, and she’s there with open arms ready to cry with me. Until she’s a total wreck, and I’m right behind her picking up the pieces.
It’s been the same type of relationship for the past five years - a relationship many people don’t understand, and a relationship hard to explain unless you’re in it - but I wouldn’t have it any other way, really and truly. Our friendship is consistent. It’s rational. It’s real. And, it’s true.