My Other Half

I made a new friend today. When I looked in her eyes I could tell she was looking in mine and somehow I knew she saw me. All of me. It’s impossible to explain. Every struggle I’ve faced, she seemed to relate to. My biggest weaknesses, the things that made me cry made her cry too; I felt her tears like they were my own and she felt mine. She didn’t try and pretend that she was always strong, I could see it. She was weak sometimes and she accepted that. They say that no one is perfect and I know that neither of us is. I told her all that I dreamed about and my goals and my passions. I wanted to eat, write and travel. I wanted to love. Her aspirations were mutual. When I poured out my feelings, she held on tightly to every word. She was the one I went to when my parents split up. I’ve never desired anyone’s shoulder more. The first time I fell in love, she saw my sheer vulnerability. When I smiled at her and told her about the boy I gave my heart to, she was so happy she got to be the one to listen to my blushing rants. When I got my heart broken, she gladly comforted me without hesitation. Sometimes we didn’t even need to talk. We could just look at each other and connect. The tears and smiles said it all. We read each other’s mind. We were connected. Never did she make my struggles feel unimportant or try to tell me I was wrong for saying or doing what I did. She made me feel like I mattered and I trusted her. She was the only one I could trust. No one had ever understood me or related to me more. I would explain to her how I felt so alone and she promised she would never leave my side… I hope she meant that. Because of her, I’ve never felt more cherished. She is truly the best friend I’ve ever had! I wanted to hold her to show her my appreciation. To show how incredibly grateful I am to have her in my life. I wanted to show her that I needed her. I knew that if I tried to hug her, she would gladly accept it. And when I reached out my hand to pull my best friend closer and embrace her, my hand left smudge marks on the mirror.