My best friends don’t know me

My best friends don’t know me.

They don’t know what my limits are and they don’t know what I’m capable of.

They don’t pigeon hold me into their version of my identity. They don’t cap my growth with their own beliefs.

One of the greatest gifts one friend can give another is the freedom to be whoever they want to be.

My best friends help me be the best version of me, but they never assume to know what that version “should” be.

My best of friends don’t have me all figured out. And I love them for that.


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