It took us nearly all day to get on the roller coaster because neither of us had ridden one before. We got inside the red and yellow cars, anticipating what was to come as the ride attendants trapped us beneath lap bars. Our fears merged into one as the car started to roll and we closed our eyes as we climbed. The chains clinked together as the car rose toward a blue sky day. “What if this stupid thing breaks?” She yelled, only uncovering her eyes long enough to look at me. I peered at her through the space between my fingers as I protected my face with one hand and held on for dear life with the other. “Then,” I replied, in the most mature seventh grade voice that I could muster, “We will die together.” Screams permeated by laughter filled the air in a split second as we raced over the hill, worries forgotten as new found emotions chased us around hairpin curves and over daring embankments.
I love having someone to experience life’s most elaborate adventures with and having someone to talk to until three a.m., just because. I love Friday night shopping trips and the unreserved honesty that can be found in no other. I love the jokes that she and I only understand, late night conversations, and grieving break-ups with stupid boys over ice cream covered in caramel drizzle.
I believe in having a best friend.
Ashley and I have been together since second grade. That’s a long time considering we have been in college for two years now, both as aspiring nurses with mountain-sized ambitions and a billion memories to make and reminisce. I had no idea that my red-headed classmate who didn’t show up until the second day of second grade would become my best and most treasured friend. She has been my rock through the sunshine and the rain, the laughter, the good, the bad, the pain, and every emotion in between. We have traveled the rough road of loves gone wrong, found hope in one another’s words, and let the good times roll.
Having a best friend is one of God’s greatest gifts for reasons that far outstretch the meaning of words. My best friend has given me hope in my tomorrow’s and let me know that despite what I’m going through at any particular time, that I can make it through. She says I give her the same sort of hope and encouragement.
I love knowing there’s an honest opinion right outside the dressing room and good hearted honest advice when I need it the most.
Every girl needs a best friend. This, I believe.
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