There is no such thing as a best friend.
Our friendships flex with our feelings,
and what we need at sorting time.
There is no line.
we are not.
Seek one friend for comfort, another perspective.
A dance floor for one, a walk in the woods another.
Some friends make us laugh, others hold our secrets.
They all surround us with a circle of protection and love.
Why put them in order?
Friendship is not a competition.
Not a race to win.
More like light beams stretching across a storm-cloud sky,
slivers of yourself reflected in the eyes of another,
the many fingers of help,