I tell her everything. She is like a little hole in the trunk of a tree that I keep my secret notes in, and I know no one will ever find them. She is like a blanket. When I need someone to comfort me, she is always right there with open arms. When doors in my life have been shut, she opens up new ones that take me places I never expected to go. She is the eraser to my pencil. When I make a mistake, she is there to help me overcome it, and always gives me another chance. When I am with her, I do not need to pretend to be someone I am not. She is my best friend. A best friend is not something you find everyday. A best friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find, but lucky to have. I know I have found that person.
My Four Leaf Clover
February 1, 2011