I’ve been in love…you know, the romantic kind. The kind where you “just know,” and all of your preconceived, Hollywood-inspired notions go right out the window, because this is the real deal. It’s tremendous, terrifying, all-consuming and at times, truly indescribable.
But, as so many of us have painfully discovered, romantic love isn’t necessarily everlasting love.
The love I’m talking about grows with you, and becomes greater even when you’re leading separate lives and don’t talk half as much as you’d like to. It’s the kind of love that enables you to pick up exactly where you left off without missing a beat, even if it’s been nearly a year since you last saw one another. In my opinion, it’s one of the greatest loves you can hope to find in your life: the love that comes with having a true best friend.
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I was lucky enough to find mine in the room next door during my first year of college.
Love is sleeping on a hardwood floor when your best friend drags you to meet her new pseudo-hippie boyfriend (who happens to not own a couch).
Love is not rolling your eyes and disowning said best friend when she falls for yet another pseudo-hippie and proclaims she’s going to dread her hair.
It’s watching Jeopardy at your respective apartments and typing out the answers as quickly as possible on AIM when you should be doing a million other things…because it’s just not as much fun to watch alone.
Love is being able to speak openly and honestly about everything: your strange childhood obsession with the Princess Bride, your irrational fear of dolphins, and the aftermath of your parents’ messy divorce.
Love is calling the Rape Crisis Center and sitting in the ER exam room through the entire messy ordeal when your best friend is having one of the worst days of her life.
Love is committing her favorite engagement ring to memory so when one of the luckiest men in the world pops the question, you can make sure he’s got the right goods.
Love is feeling like you could conquer the world together.
I wouldn’t be near the person I am today was it not for the love, friendship, humor and kindness of my best friend aka hetero-life mate Andrea (who patiently tolerated my temporary fixation with boys who lacked regular personal hygiene habits.) Of course, she mercilessly teased me about them afterward, but I wouldn’t expect anything less of her.
She was the first friend that I’ve never held anything back with. I never questioned my ability to trust her, or to be able to count on her in a time of crisis or celebration.
I am a better and bolder person because of her.
While she’s kicking ass and taking numbers in conjunction with getting her Master’s in Public Administration in Kansas City, I’d get in my car at 3am and drive through the Illinois flatlands going a buck twenty the second she needed me. And I know she’d do the same.
All You Need Blogger: Ellen Nordahl
Ellen Nordahl works in marketing and social media at a firm in Madison, Wisconsin. When not watching midnight reruns of Jeopardy! on the Game Show Network, playing Bananagrams or compiling the perfect playlist, she blogs about life, career, and other topics that strike her fancy at ElleLaMode.com. She’ll be moving out of the Midwest to Texas or Colorado in the coming year…or at least that’s the plan for now. Keep tabs on her @ElleLaMode on Twitter.
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