be someone's best friend

So many things happened after that last entry. I felt burdened by being B’s best friend. She was suicidal and I eventually had to persuade her to get professional help, thanks to which she slowly got better. And now, after some bad decision-making, her suffering has begun to make itself heard again. Sometimes it feels futile. I haven’t seen a lot of the real, uninhibited B. in over a year and a half and I ask myself if she was every really fully “there”, willing to live life, even back when we were 14. Ironically I’m supposed to help her… to remind her of who she is and can be. It seems that the best I can do now is to listen. And listen. And listen. Hope for her to pull through. And hope, every day, that I’m up to this task.

I am my lover/boyfriend’s best friend, happily, absolutely, and without a doubt. And he is mine. But that’s not what I have in mind when wishing for a best friend and hoping to be somebody’s best friend.

For I while, I looked longingly at this goal whenever I happened upon it in other people’s list. Outside of my relationship, I haven’t been “somebody’s best friend” in about eight years.

So it was strange to learn, recently, of the possibility that B. considers me her best friend… her ex told me. I should actually have known. But do grownups think in such terms? If they do, how strange it then feels to say that I’m not – happy about it? After losing my best friend from school, I thought it would boost my confidence and happiness to be considered a best friend by somebody else, at the same time totally losing sight of the most important thing: This feeling needs to be mutual.

Nevertheless, it is flattering (to put it this way) to be considered a best friend, and it does inspire me to be worthy of her trust and to be the best friend she can possibly have at this point. Still…

To be a person’s best friend, the one they want to tell first when good or bad things happen, to be trusted above all others.

One day she just disappeared, but I know I made a difference in her life. She told me once before she left that I was her best friend, and I’ll never forget her.

I love saying this is my best freind. and actually meaning it.
I am willing to pack up and move aways from everything i have known for my whole life and move 1000 miles away.

I get so sad when Im not with my best freind.
I cant picture life without one.

In my attempts to be a best friend, I think that I acquired a best friend. That worked out awesome! Well, for me, anyway. I noticed that I’ve been reaching out to one friend in particular because she’s so reasonable and soothing. I’ve told her nearly everything that’s gone on in my life recently and she’s not bored yet! Ha ha! In my defense, I’m pretty damn interesting. Heh.

I drove my last best friend away because I’m an idiot. I wish I had her back but it may be too late. In any case, I’m trying to remember what it’s like to be that open with someone. Hope I remember fast!

I became my boyfriend’s best friend. We have the best relationship that I could ever imagine and its better than I ever hoped for. It’s amazing how friendship such like this can get you through everything. However, it is a lot of work to be a best friend. Love is an effort.

Everyone’s been someone’s best friend at least once in their life. I’ve never had that. I’ve always been the acquaintance. I’d love to have someone say I’m their best friend and feel like they can tell anything to me. I finally GOT a best friend, but i know i’m not her best friend…I’m a really good friend to her, but i’m not THE best friend. I know it sounds pathetic, but it’s true. I want to be her best friend…or anyone’s best friend. =/

Its great a comfort to know that whenever you are down, or brokenhearted, there’s someone you can call and right away, buy you icecream or treat you a nice cup of cafe mocha.