“Watson. Come at once if convenient. If inconvenient, come all the same.” – Sherlock Holmes (Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)
Friendship is not the photo you posted on Instagram last week. It’s not the text you sent yesterday, and it’s not the phone call you made this afternoon.
It’s not the “See Friendship” button on Facebook.
Friendship is everything you are.
It’s the look that passes between us worldlessly because words are useless anyway.
It’s how you know when to step up and help me fight my battles, when to hold my hand, and when to let me sucker punch that idiot all by myself.
It’s that two a.m. confession and that 10 a.m. struggle brunch.
It’s knowing when to speak up and when to shut up. When to make me laugh and when to let me be.
Friendship is Kelsey helping me move out of my apartment and Jackie talking to me as I fell asleep every night. It’s Meaghan and Heather express-mailing me wine because I got my heart broken and Thomas texting me every day just to say ‘hi, love you’.
Friendship is Jess’s taco nights and Krista’s giggles. Henry’s bear-hugs, Kenny’s coffee runs and Mike’s REALLY awful jokes. It’s every late-night deadline in that weird-shade-of-blue office and every toast to each other, to life, and to figuring it out on the way that we made at Brookside.
It’s everything I can’t put into words.
Somehow, I forgot to say thank you. I got too used to seeing you every day, too used to knowing you were only ever across the hall or down the block.
I don’t know who you are, reading this, but I’ve been insanely lucky to have you in my life.
If you’ve seen me cry, thank you. If we’ve shared a laugh, thank you. If we’ve never met and you’re still reading this for some reason, thank you all the more- you’re important to me too (is that creepy? Sorry, Internet.)
Know that I didn’t mean to take you for granted and that you are truly what makes my life beautiful, even on my worst days. Especially then.
You are friendship minus the filters, the statuses, and the captions. You are friendship minus the flattery and the martyrdom. You are my favorite part of being me.
So, thanks. Because I can’t (and don’t) say it enough.