When most people talk about seasons, they talk about the weather. When New Yorkers talk about seasons, it's all about the fashion. And what's hot changes faster than the temperature. One week it's pastels at Pastis. The next it's Balenciaga at Balzac. I couldn't help but wonder: In a city like New York, did we change men like we changed trends? Was love as fickle as the fall lines? As I tried out a new lunch spot and a new look, I realized there is one relationship that always lasts. No matter what hairstyle is in, what bag is "it," it's all best accessorized with a best friend. Someone who always listens and somehow hears you even when you’re silent, who laughs when you laugh and somehow makes you smile even when you're crying, who helps you pick out the perfect first date outfit (and the perfect break-up ice cream). Someone who knows you're crazy and loves you anyway, who loves you like crazy until you learn to love yourself, and who tells you, in all honesty, that hat does look weird. Someone who makes sure you never, ever, ever walk alone—or in the wrong shoes. It's nice to know that even in the city that never stops changing, one love always stays the same. Nights turn into mornings and then become memories, clothes turn into trends and then become regrets, men turn into boyfriends and then become baggage—but best friends simply stay and grow into soulmates. And what's even better is that through it all, from Juicy tracksuits to fishnet maxis, "soulmate" never goes out of style. #CarrieDragshaw