Movies only scratch the surface of “best friends”. You see the typical girl duo chatting and shopping, completely joined at the hip, never without one another. They trade secrets and jokes like playing cars, and their names go hand in hand. This perception is not false; it's just not the whole truth. Your best friend should be everything the movies say, but it's much more complex than that. Have you ever met someone and when you start talking you wonder where they have been all your life. Or meeting someone and saying “that’s him”. You know within yourself that you will never find someone you love so much again; because you are 100% sure that he is your love forever. The difference between romantic and platonic love is very minimal; it can feel almost exactly the same. Part of love is giving a part of yourself to someone you might lose. At the end of my longest days, at the times when I feel most exhausted, it's always my best friend who smiles curiously on my watch as he picks the parts of you between his teeth with a fingernail. Then kiss their incisors and say “Thank God I was there.” When I look at my best friend, all I see is someone too fragile for their own good. Too big to fit in his being too small; his big personality and even bigger mouth still trying to get out of his body. He says he can handle it on his own, but he doesn't know how much I worry because his heart is too big and his words have strength that his fist can't. And that gets him into trouble. And I can't lose it; I can't. He thinks he is so small but he is larger than life. When you love someone, you can't help but love them too much; especially when they are all darling and sting-free. To be in love is to see someone at their worst and still think they are the best. Because you swear that a second with them is better than a lifetime