We are different, and for that we are the same.

She and I couldn't be more different. She prefers Celine Dion and fellow crooners but I cannot stand those kinds of songs. She's rather comfortable with emotions and sappiness (so to speak); I cringe just at the thought of it. She has no problems calling me her 'bestie' openly to those she knows, but I still have difficulty uttering those words for God-knows-what reasons. I love my spicy food but she can't tolerate them. She's tall, I'm short. Even our taste in clothes differ. We have different ways in looking at problems and how to go about solving them. We're also attracted to different kinds of guys: She likes those who are extroverted romantics, I lean towards the silent but strong types. She likes talking over the phone, I prefer texting. She sings like an angel, I sing like Mickey Mouse. The differences go on and on.

But somehow we gel together - a somewhat incompatible but inseparable duo. Perhaps because we accept our differences and make the most of it, not trying to be the same. And for that, we're the same.

Here's to my best friend, whom I've come to *clears throat* love over the many years of our friendship.