It takes a true friend to use the phrase "Jesus, Margaret - let it go" and say it in such a way that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt it is meant with love and the sincere desire that I find enduring happiness.
It takes a true friend to come right out and ask if I'm mad when I behave against tradition.
It takes a true friend to back me into a corner and make me talk about what is troubling me, even when said friend is convinced he/she is at least part of the problem.
It takes a true friend to make cinnamon rolls when I crave something sweet.
It takes a true friend to really know what makes me tick...and what ticks me off.
It takes a true friend to know me inside and out, and love me anyway.