Love in Friendship

I knew from the moment that you laughed with me at a stupid mistake I made that I could no longer consider our friendship situational, where kids in tiny, ruthless classes had to scramble to find one merciful friend, but that I now considered it fate. It's an overused word with no longer any deep meaning behind it, but when I look at our relationship, I believe it with my whole being: when you laugh, my sides and lungs hurt from the most atrocious belly-laugh; when I cry, you sob with me and comfort me through it; when you vented to me, becoming more selfish with conversations only revolving around you and tearing bits of our relationship apart, I stood by and continued to support you; when I tore into you for your words and actions, when I broke your heart, a piece of me broke too. But like a broken bone, we came back together, we apologized and learned together, and we healed to be stronger - not unbreakable - and I consider myself lucky to have met you, and grateful for the laughter, the sobbing, the insane school stories, and even to just hear about dumb, boring days.