
The amount of patience this person has for you and the willingness to fight for you and with you feels like "what would I do without you, where would I be without you". But yet in life choices in random acts we may perform, we hurt them because they merely want the best for us. They get angry at you but only because they expect so much more from you, because you are better than what ever is hurting you or has hurt you. They hurt when you hurt.
They are a part of you.

They are like a father who watches you put sometime metal in the electrical socket and yells at you because they want you to learn and to know that it is not okay and can hurt you. But you give them a scared look of what did I do wrong because you didn't know better. You want the best for them and they want the best for you.
So why do we hurt them the most? When we push them away they continue to fight back and say "YOU are worth it!" Because they know that hurt and they look in your eyes and can see how you are really feeling and they know it is not personal, they know that it is just a part of friendship. They remember who you are to them and that they cannot loose you because of who you are to them. They come back because they know that smile you give them, that no one else can give, that overwhelming peace when your with them. We hurt them, when we don't mean to at all. We hurt them with our words and actions, but they know your heart and they choose to know better and they continue to fight for you and with you. We hurt them on accident, in our hurt we hurt them. We hurt because we are hurting and those best friends are the only people that will understand that, and they continue to fight for you.
They love you, even when you don't know how to say sorry, but they forgive you, even though it hurts. They love you and they are what you call your best friend.
Thank you for fighting for me, with me and the patience and grace that I may not deserve. I love you .