If one falls down
I talk out loud like you’re still around.” —
“I love you with all my heart, all your faults, your beauty, your hope that could light a whole city and especially your soul that is forever seeking little pieces of heaven.”
My best friend wrote this in a letter to me. Can I even call her my best friend? The term is so weak. Sister seems too plain. What words could justify the beauty and love that God has bestowed on our friendship.
I get scared thinking sometimes that God gave me something so great by accident and when he realizes it he will take it away.
But then I shake my head thinking such silly thoughts, and I remember this:
Everyone deserves a friend like this, who means by the full force of their words that when they love you with their whole heart, they do.
But it is a beautiful adventure, indeed.