I’m quite tired of hearing people call their best friends “sisters” and “family” and “brothers from another mother”. Because come on, that is totally belittling that awesome, amazing friendship you’ve got there! Family is family because you are biologically tied to them. By blood and by intricate patterns of genes that gives you someone’s smile, and someone’s hair and someone’s eyes. But friends are people you pick, they are people YOU choose by your own right, and people who have chosen you, by their own will, to go on this amazing journey called life. Out of the hundreds of people you meet, friends are those chosen few who love you not because they have to, but because they just do. Friends stick with you, give you a shoulder to lean on, share your joys and your sorrows not because they have to, but because they want to. I don’t know what better title there is to give than “friend”, because these are people who have got your back no matter what, not because they are bound by blood, not because they are “family”. But simply because they’re your friends.
I have the best friends in the world, and I am SO glad I have them.