Best Friends

"She is not the air that I breathe, but the lungs that help me inhale and exhale each moment of life."
 This is a little poem I wrote one of my best friends during a very difficult time of my life. I had just lost my dad to cancer and I went through one of the roughest break-ups ever. One that, according to my sister, obliterated me. And to say the least about this harsh and insensitive ex girlfriend of mine, this would be the cherry on top of all of the asshole things she ever did or said to me. "Don't be depressed around me, I just got over feeling like that and I'm not trying to feel like that anymore." At the time I didn't know what to say to that woman, but in retrospect it's like ok, sure buddy. It's only been a couple of months since my dad died, I'll just get over myself because you told me to. Yeah, total asshole thing to say right??

 Anyways, at the same time my best friend was also going through a rough break up as well, a two year relationship break up. Well me and my friend had been friends since our high school days. We were good friends back then, but we kind of just became acquaintances after we left high school. We had always stayed in touch through facebook, but as our break ups were happening we began talking on the phone more, texting and hanging out. We were two little sad puppies, but at least we had each other to lean on. We would always send each other screenshots of songs we were listening to that best described how we were feeling or just stuff we could relate to as far as how the break ups were making us feel. As I once told her, we were two lame peas in a pod, because we practically did everything together. Even if it was a Friday night, we would just watch scary movies and bond over that. We were both kind of hiding out in the comfort of our homes because our hearts had a lot of mending to do. Of all of the things we did, I know I can say that there was never a dull moment.
 Between my personality and hers, we were always laughing at the most random things or even the crazy/stupid things that would come out of both of our mouths. We were practically inseparable, never going a day without talking to each other. It was a comfortable closeness. I know I told her that we had this best friend radar, because each time we would text each other, the other would always say, "I was just thinking about you" or "I was just about to text you." It was like we were both inside of each others heads.
 I just love how our friendship has blossomed into this beautiful rose that it is. That we could bond as much as we have in such times of emotional disaster. I swear this friendship reminds me of this one Ashanti album called "Concrete Rose." Because, out of all of the rough, bleak and crazy times, something so amazingly wonderful became the end result. To have a friendship such as this one, I'll always cherish and hold close to my heart. You know my grandmother always told me, "God will never close a door,  without opening a window." And she was right, she was right. My best friend and I became each others crutches, mending each others hearts at the seams. I guess that's why I felt the need to write her this short little poem to express the significance of what her friendship truly meant to me.