10/22/2020
mary
An open letter to my best friend healing her broken heart.
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to me, you are the perfectly imperfect person. you may swear too much, drink too much, and act outrageous in public but i wouldn't ever trade these parts of you. those things might seem undesirable to others but they're the parts i love. you have a heart of gold, a brutally honest personality, and you're a protector by nature. you've been there protecting me and supporting me since we started our adventure. i was never fighting battles alone. you've shown me the best things in a friendship.
i never really could understand how or why someone could break your heart. but there i was, on the receiving end of a phone call i didn't want to be on. the man you loved had disappointed you, again. except this time was different. i could see your heart breaking when you walked through my front door. i watched as pieces began to fall to the floor. i was frantically trying to catch them before they hit the ground to completely shatter. my heart was breaking for you. one of the worst things in life is to see your best friend cry. i didn't really know what to do. all i knew was that you needed me to be strong for you this time. so, that's what i did.
i was there every time you drank too much and needed a ride home. every time you wanted to drive by that house "just to see" if he was home. i knew it hurt you but i also knew i couldn't stop you from this part of the healing process. every time you had to witness him drive thru town, i knew the knife in your heart seemed to twist a little more even though you would never admit that it hurt. i never judged you for the ridiculous things you would get us into, i just enjoyed the ride (or drive in my case considering you were usually drunk). people criticized that it wasn't healthy. but who were they to say how you healed? they were irrelevant to us. we were having the time of our lives. you were healing and i could see that. your smile was beginning to shine more and more. you were finding motivation to achieve things you had given up on. i can't wait to see the great things that are coming your way.
you often tell me how strong i am and how you look up to that. but if we're being honest, i look up to your strength. to pick up and start your adult life from scratch basically. your plans were tip turned upside down and somehow you still landed on your feet. you were wobbly, but you were standing. i am so proud of you.
the day you thought everything was going to hell in a hand basket we stopped and had a picnic. there's beauty in the breaking.
you'll always be my best thing.