When you finish first, I am the first face at the finish line arms wide open, heart filled with joy, as if we crossed over together. When you finish last, act a fool, behave unbecoming, or fall off the super-hero wagon, I am there too, same arms wide open.
When you tell me a secret, your secret goes into the secrets chamber, the one without a key. When we keep missing one another because life happens all around us and it is taking all we have just to keep our plates spinning, this is when I miss you most.
When you borrow that item from my closet with the price tag still on it and it looks ten times better on you, I say, "Keep it. It was made for you". I really mean that.
When we take road trips I never mind getting lost on the way home. Why? More time with you talking, laughing, crying, making up happy endings. More time listening, reflecting, remembering, rejoicing with my friend.
I know now why you mean so much to me. I know how it is that I can be such an incredibly devoted friend to you. It's because you have been at every finish line same arms wide open, heart filled with joy.