i eat pie with a little help from my friends

Those people you return to again and again. For pie, a good laugh, and a six pack of hard cider. You can laugh at the expense of each other's faces. Not the way it just is, because these people are brilliantly beautiful. But the way their face is flipped upside down, their hamburger face, with eyebrows as mustaches, forehead wrinkles as crooked smiles. If you have never seen this phenomenon before flip your best friend over and look at her face upside down. And if you are especially drunk with laughter, feed her pizza rolls with bits of crayon inside. And laugh and hug and cry. These are the people we thank again and again. When your heart was broken, they bought you a milkshake, and a 12 pack of revenge colored toilet paper. They let you cry in the front seat of their car while listening to Radiohead's "Creep" on repeat. Offering another cigarette, and at the worst of times, some Bright Eyes. The people who pick you up on the side of the road. Whether you are out of gas, riding on flat tires, or just don't think you can do it anymore. These are the people we hurt. We hurt them with distance, with cancelled plans and with forgotten memories. We hurt them so deeply because we love them so deeply. Our best friends are the ones who pick up our missing pieces and put them back together, slightly different, each time. They weep with us, they change with us, they create with us. My best friends are majestic creatures. Their hearts are each their own, and they pour love into all part of their lives.  We have gotten into trouble, and gotten back out. Laughed at each other and cried at the expense of another. My best friends are more like tiny reflections of my soul, so deeply embedded into my heart. I see parts of them in all my days. Brilliant, beautiful parts. Tell them you love them, you miss them, and that you will never forget them.