A Picture is Worth A Thousand Words.

The Perfect Two.

The Perfect Two.

The Perfect Two.

Always there to tease you, to laugh at your silliness, to crack weird jokes on you, to be a helping hand, to wipe your tears, to always be by your side. Such are these weird creatures we fondly refer to as our ‘best friends’. They are very difficult to find, but once found the wait seems worthwhile. Best friends are the siblings we wish we had. We all have our little secrets with them which we know they’ll take to their graves and we’d do the same for them. A best friend is always there for you, no matter what. Friends come and go, they fall apart over mere misunderstandings and fights. But a best friend is one who gets through all the shit and at the end of the day would still be right there next to you calling you all crazy and stupid names. You feel all lonely, you know there’s someone to cheer you up. You screw up and nobody’s by your side, someone’s always got your back. People are mean to you, you know your bestie’s gonna kick their ass. A best friend knows you in and out, you can’t hide anything from them. They are like the FBI, can easily tell something is up with you by the look on your face. You can have plenty and plenty of friends, but only one would truly be interested in knowing about things that worry you, details about that cute guy, your innermost fears or just any random thing. And suddenly just these lines from the theme song of the awesomest TV show ever come to my mind-
“I’ll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour..
I’ll be there for you, like I’ve been there before..
I’ll be there for you, cuz you’re there for me too.”
-Henal Jhaveri

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