Let’s talk about best friends- the real ones. The ones who know your chaos, your unfiltered moments, your deepest insecurities.. and still choose you anyway. Not because you’ve got it all together, but because they know you– and that’s enough.
This one’s for the friends who text, “You alive?” instead of “Good morning.” The ones who let me vent without trying to fix it. Who has seen me cry, spiral, rage-text, and still shows up with snacks and a sarcastic comment that somehow makes me laugh through the tears. The ones who doesn’t even blink when I say, “Girl, you won’t believe what I just did.”
We weren’t born under the same roof, but God made sure our lives crossed. Because finding someone who gets you without needing explanations? That’s magic.
Best friends are the ones who show up when the group chat goes quiet. They remember things you never even said out loud. They’ll call you out when you’re being ridiculous, then turn right around and hype you up like you’re Beyoncé in sweats.
It’s not always the big gestures, either. Sometimes it’s a simple check-in when they know your week’s been heavy. A meme at the exact right time. A “come outside” text when they’re parked in your driveway holding your favorite drink. It’s the inside jokes no one else gets, the side-eyes that say everything, and the kind of honesty that’s equal parts soft and savage. (You know the one.)
In a world full of breakdowns, a best friend is the calm. The safe space. The steady presence that reminds you- you’re not alone. You’re loved, mess and all. And sometimes, they remind you of who you are.. especially when you’ve forgotten.
Some of the best moments weren’t big or planned. They happened during car chats that lasted two hours longer than they were supposed to. During laugh-until-you-cry nights. Cry-until-you-laugh mornings. And sometimes, words aren’t even necessary. Just a look. A knowing smirk. That “I got you” telepathy. Or a simple nod that means, “Fuck yeah, we’re doing this.”
They celebrate your wins like they’re their own. They never forget the names of people who hurt you. They keep your secrets. They stand beside you during the hard seasons and remind you, over and over, that you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.
So, to those who’ve seen me at my worst and never held it against me, thank you. To the ones who love me through my mess and still see my best, even when I can’t, thank you. To the ones who let me be my most unfiltered, ridiculous, vulnerable self, thank you.
You are the calm in my mayhem. And I hope you always, always know just how much you’re loved.
Mai Household Mayhem 