I do believe that Richard and I can agree that we are each other's best friends. Whether that comes from our parents' threats of us being all we have left after they're gone, I'm not sure. But he's right, some relationships cannot be described with the word "friendship". It's too simple. 

I left high school with a bad taste for friendship in my mouth. I started college with a low bar for friendship, but little did I know that my standers would grow by January. 

Let me tell you a little bit about my best friend, she's really a sister at this point. She is completely opposite from me. She is a loud, outgoing, smalltown, cowgirl who burst into my dorm room to, not asks, but to tell me that we were going to be roommates for the spring semester. Like Richard, she and I disagree on very few things. We only had one major fight that nearly cost our friendship. Long story short, we went to a bar in Canada, she was angry at me for making us walk rather than paying for a cab, so I gave her $20 Canadian which she proceeded to lose. We were able to move past that. 

Since graduating, we text each other every day and do our best to video chat every week. She brings me back down to earth, comforts me when I am down, annoys me, and makes me laugh. In return, I hope, I do the same for her. I miss her every day, but I am proud of her and everything she has accomplished, and I know she feels the same way about me. I wouldn't want to call anyone else my best friend or my sister.