Favourite things

Some time ago, I heard someone say “Best Friend is a level, not an individual”. And that was a revelation to me. How do I measure my love, my respect, my devotion, my affection for J compared to L? By the years I have known them each (more than 30). By what we have been through together? Marriage, divorce, childbirths, deaths? By what they have given me? By what I have given them?
And if they are my best friend, what of C? I live here because of her (which is a vast oversimplification of a lot of stuff, but within that, true). Is my love, devotion, respect, affection, whatever any less for only being together 15 some years?
Of course not. That’s absurd.
And I realize, that same principle applies to other things. Favorite Pizza? I love Pepporoni and Pineapple, from Delfinos. I also love Hot Mama’s Pesto Pizza, with Sun Dried Tomatoes and Feta. Which I get at any given pizza order depends on the moment.
I love Chocolate Chip Cookies. And Ginger Snaps. Cherry Pie and Apple Pie and Derby Pie. And Cheesecake.
I love a good urban fantasy novel, and a deeply moving SciFi drama, and a well constructed mystery.
I love the things I love, and being told I have to only love ONE of the things above all others? That’s ludicrous.