I have a friend who I love dearly, she is one of my closest friends. I think quite highly of her; she is fantastic. You'll find us inseparable and most of our time spent together is fun; she's a cool chick. She has a lot of great qualities that make me want to be like her.
Although sometimes she can get on my nerves. She talks constantly and how long can someone listen to the same voice saying the same things? And often she'll say something stupid or she'll do something embarrassing.
Like us all, she has her moments of weaknesses when things seem too hard for her. I want nothing more than to help her out of it. But when she finds herself there I struggle to not get pulled in with her. Some of the time I can step back and speak hopeful and rational words to her. But other times my empathy drags me in with her.
We have been through an incredible amount over the years. To speak honestly, I have had hated her and wanted to cut her out, especially in my younger days. But mostly I have been glad to have her by my side, she is always there and I know she always will be.
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