about friends who became family

They say friends are the family you choose. And we, we chose each other whole-heartedly, with the implicit promise to make time for each other over and over again, year in and out, to dedicate holidays and long weekends to each other, to take airplanes and trains and buses, whatever it takes so we get to watch sex and the city in bed together, swap clothes before a night out, talk about books and boys and bosses and anything else that moves us for a couple of days.

They say friends are the family you choose and long-distance friendships might as well be as intense as a family. It’s what the terrain comes with. For a certain time on end, you are immersed in each others’ lives in the deepest way, despite the fact that you spend the biggest part of the year apart. You might not know what’s going on in their daily lives, yet, you know their families and friend groups, their offices and dogs, their family homes and their grandparents’ favorite flowers. Their siblings know they have a place to stay when they come to your part of the world and you don’t even need to discuss accommodation arrangements because you’ve slept in each others’ beds so many times before, it’s a rite of passage by now.

They say friends are the family you choose and I would choose you over and over again. Without hesitation. Our friendship might not be the easiest one to maintain, but it is worth all the effort and struggle, those few days together like a reminder of what matters most. Friends and family. You.