“Your best friend is still your best friend. Even from half a world away. Distance can’t sever that connection. Best friends are the kind of people who survive anything.”
16 months ago, my best friend moved to the other side of the world. She went from living just down the road, to living 8796 miles away.
Whilst I miss her so much, this time has shown me that distance means nothing when it comes to real friends. It doesn’t matter how many miles are between us, our friendship is still as strong as it ever was.
That doesn’t mean it’s easy: it’s not.
Sometimes, all you really need is a hug from your best friend and it’s frustrating that a phone call is as good as it gets.
It’s even difficult when things go well in life and we can’t celebrate together, like we always would have before; a “congrats!” text has to do instead.
But sometimes – that one phone call or text – can mean more than anything else.
Even from the other side of the world, she’s still there when I need her.
She listens, she cares and she supports me.
When things go wrong or I’m having a bad day, distance does not stop her from picking me back up again. We still laugh together and cry together. We still keep up to date with each-other’s pointless dramas.
No matter how busy life gets and how different our paths have become, you cannot sever the connection between real friends.
I’ll never not have time for her and I know she won’t either.
We have been through so much together that distance feels somewhat insignificant.
She’s kind. She’s loyal. She’s been there through the good, the bad and the ugly.
I’m not sure what I think about soul mates but she’s the closest to it you can get. We know each-other inside out – maybe better than we know ourselves.
Even if it meant taking on the whole world, she’d still have my back in a heartbeat.
And I know that I wouldn’t be the person I am if she hadn’t been my friend.
We might not see each-other every day. We might sometimes go days or weeks without catching up. But it changes nothing.
I know that when our paths do cross again, which they will, we’ll just pick up where we left off.
That’s what friendship – real friendship – is all about.