We all have that one friend. You know the one you always encourage to be their best. The one who continually downplays themselves because they honestly don't see their value.
Its ridiculous how much I love that friend in my life. She is continually struggling against her own harsh criticism's but she serves a purpose in my life. She is my lesson. She isn't that friend that has it all together, she isn't the one I go to for advice. She's the one I can be stupid and silly with and the one that doesn't know how much I laugh when I'm with her because I'm just me.
Recently this friend of mine went through an incredibly trying time. She tells me I'm her rock but she doesn't realize that she's mine. Of all the terrible things that can be inflicted onto a person without their choice or say in the matter, this was the worst. She had endured someone else's heartache in the form of a suicide attempt. She doesn't realize how I was watching her as she composed herself.
I've just come back from a glass of wine at the local pub with her. Time just stands still when we're together. Its the kind of friendship that I value because there is time and memories behind it. 9 years of friendship and 9 years of memories, even though she wasn't in my life for a good 2 years.
She's that person who, if only she believed in herself, would shine brighter than she would imagine. Illuminating the world with her light she would be the catalyst in so many peoples lives, yet she choses to believe in the negative talk that fill her head. She is that friend who tests my patience and pushes me to stand my ground. The friend who is needy but never makes me feel as if she is draining me or expecting anything more from me than hugs and support.
She is the one that is always singing my praises as if I'm the hero of her story. Ironic isn't it, because she is really the hero of mine.
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