You might find your best friend when you’re 70 in a bookstore filled with magazines and dusty books. You might find them at 20 in a restaurant when you’re feeling like a complete failure. You’re going to brush past them in a crowded city full of eyes, frowns and raised eyebrows. But you’ll meet him or her one day, and maybe you’ll never kiss them like you kissed your ex-lovers in the past or embrace them like you devoured your crushes with trembling arms full of scars.
No, your heart will expand with love because they’ll accept all that you have been, all that you are, all that you will ever be. So don’t miss a chance, don’t think you don’t deserve to live. Your best friend is on the planet right now picking up the pieces you’ve left behind without realising it. Your paths will cross one day and the life you once called worthless will be called home.
For my best friend, who has my heart forever.