Going To The Chapel

The greatest gift I’ve ever been given was the title of “best friend” Not just being one but having one The love of a best friend is something human words cannot explain, but human hearts can feel through the entire body. It isn’t that we look alike or have the same color eyes what makes strong. It’s the fact that she was, is and always will be through it all. The highs, the gray areas I’ve spent way too much time trying to dissect. Only for her to tell me to get out of my head for a minute, drag me into the car, force to go get coffee to rest; even though it’s just an excuse for her to get a free one to. The bond is something incapable of being summed up into words because no one understands me the way she does. No one understands the way SHE understands. The way she knows exactly what I’m thinking by just looking at my eye. The way she knows exactly what my next move is by listening to the tone of my voice and the way she can always tell without me having to say anything. Whether I just need someone to listen or if I need someone to tell me what to do. She’ll be the first person to call me out when I’m in the wrong, but she will also be the first person to hold me tight when I’m the one wronged. If I didn’t believe in soulmates before, having her as my best friend has been the most irrefutable proof that they exist. I believe we are destined for each other’s life in some way , somewhere down the line in this and every life time. I was just lucky enough to have her in a forever way. To never have to live a single significant moment without her in my corner. Even if we hate each other at times, we never stop loving each other, and we never will. She’s the greatest gift I’ve been lucky to receive and I always hated the word lucky, but then I became her fiancé and since that day, lucky is the only word that comes to mind when I see her face.