you are not friends because you sit together
at the lunch table ;; talk on the phone ;; have
matching flip-flops ;; or can recite eachother's
wardrobe ;; when she smiles, a grin forces
itself across your face---no matter how angry
you are ;; when she cries, instantly you feel her
pain, and want to cry with her ;; when you look
her in the eye, you know there's no one you
could ever trust more---regardless of how many
broken hearts you've had ;; that's what it means
to be best friends.