I have always been lucky to have great friends. But lately I've realized that the majority of my real friends live in other cities and mostly abroad. Yes, they are all a Whatsapp text or Skype call away, but its so different than having a circle of friends that literally surround you when necessary.
Lately, I've been thinking about "real" friends. The people I can count on 100%. The people that know the real me and love me anyway. The people that will pick up my calls at 4am, celebrate my 30th birthday with me when I'm heartbroken, and who will come to DC at a moment's notice. A friend like Toby.
Toby called me on a Saturday to tell me he'd be arriving on Tuesday. We'd been talking about him visiting for years, and more so in the last few months. You see, I was expecting someone else to come visit. Someone who had been promising me for months that he would. But when he didn't, Toby realized how upset this made me feel, and he jumped on the chance.
Toby, you have no idea how much your visit and your friendship mean to me. You are one of a kind and without a doubt a friend I will have for the rest of my time on this earth. I love you with all my heart. Thank you for loving me for me, for sticking around even after I yell at you, for taking silly jumping pics with me, for treating me to the best steak dinner in NYC, and for being someone I can rely on.