Dear Wendy

by Ann Zhao

dear wendy, i love my best friend. to be clear, my best friend probably doesn’t even know that she’s my best friend. we haven’t exactly talked about that. it’s not what it sounds like. i don’t love her the way the sun and moon love each other. okay wait that sounds weird. the way those two swans on lake waban love each other? idk if swans can experience love. the way my moms love each other?? i mean i guess that’s the best approximation. i love my best friend the way best friends always love each other. except … more. at least, it feels like so much more. i’ve always thought we needed more words for “love” and “friend.” words to describe every possible kind of love, every kind of friendship. other languages have so many words for love, and they all convey these tiny differences between the way you feel, and they make things so much clearer. but in english, we’re stuck with “love.” so why not use it to its full potential? i love my best friend. i love the way she speaks to you and immediately figures out your entire life story. i love the way she gives such perfect advice for every possible situation—or if she doesn’t, she trusts you to help, even if she shouldn’t. i love the way she casually walks up the hill from lulu like it’s just another smooth path. i love how much she cares about little things. i love her, and i messed up. she asked me a question, and i didn’t tell her the whole truth. because i was scared. because i was selfish. because i didn’t know how to answer h...

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