You’re the type of friends that if I need you in the early morning, you’re already on the phone waiting. If I ever need a shoulder to cry on, you’ll always be there for me. Our bond is much stronger than what people think, not even the best of friends have the bond we have. We’re meant to be sisters at heart.
You’re my girls and like a star, you glow. I know you aren’t like the others that just come and go.
You guys are there to give me advice, to back me up when I start to fight. Phone conversations running late at night. You are forever my girls and forever so right.
You girls are my angels. You wipe away my tears. You stick by my side through worries and fears. You look past all of my failing points. You look past all the lies. You help me through the tough times with family, friends, or guys. I thank you for the memories we always share. You help me win my battles and mostly you have showed me that you care.
Years from now it won’t matter how many boys we dated, how many bitches we hated, and how many rules we broke, just that we did it together.
We’ve been through drama, crying, heartbreaks, and despair. We went through fights and bad times but you know what? I really don’t care. I’m with you through whatever and I love you a lot because you’re my best friends and some of the best things I’ve got.
We’re not sarcastic – we’re hilarious. We’re not sluts – we just get any guy we want. We’re not bitches -we just don’t like you. We’re not conceited – we speak the truth. We’re not obsessed – we’re just best friends.
We’re not the girls your mother warned you about because her imagination was never this good.
We’re just girls who happen to laugh for absolutely no reason at all and have stupid fights that are over in ten minutes, attempt to dance and sing like they do in the music videos, make fun of each other when we walk into stuff. And no matter what happens, we’re always there for one another. That’s why we’re called best friends.
We tease, we please, we flirt, we crush. Me and my girls are the *town* rush.
Through all the scummy bitches and misters, few remain; I call them my sisters!
They’ve been right behind me through the years. These girls have shared my hopes and fears. No one else can compare to them. They’re my true sisters and I love them!