Faith & Reflections · October 26, 2026

Best Friends

A 1-minute sit-down

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I think friendship is one of the greatest love stories we get in this life.

There's something pretty special about someone who isn't related to you, who doesn't have to love you, and who has absolutely no obligation to put up with your crap — and chooses you anyway.

They meet you. They get to know the real you: the good moods, the bad moods, the overthinking, the chaos, the slightly unhinged moments.

They become the person you call with the good news, the bad news, the stupid news, and the “you will not believe what just happened” news.

They see every version of you and somehow keep choosing you. And honestly, I think that kind of love is so beautiful.

To be known. To be chosen. To be loved by someone who simply wants you in their life.

Best friends really are one of the purest forms of love. I’m so thankful for mine.

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