We all have our person. The person we can go to with anything, even if all they do is listen. The person that's always down for whatever crazy thing we would like to get into that night. I was lucky enough to have found my person in 6th grade, and I don't plan to let go of her anytime soon.

Dear Best Friend,

You've seen me off to college. You've awkwardly sat with me while I cried because you know how much I hate being hugged when I'm upset. You've stuck with me for almost seven years. You've come to my house at midnight only because I was annoyed with my mom and wanted to get away. You've been with me through every break-up, failure, and success. You are my person. You are the Mer to my Cristina.

Somehow, I knew when I saw you in sixth grade on the bus ride home that we would become friends. Little did I know, we would be friends forever. I mean, I thought you looked like Jessica Alba... How could I not be your friend?

I won't lie to you, I was worried that when I went off to college that maybe we would forget about each other. Maybe we would find other friends, and we did--But I now know that I could never "forget" about you. I find myself wishing you were by my side going through this crazy journey with me.

I never thought I would find somebody just as dark and gloomy as I am. I never thought I'd find someone that I can sit in silence for hours with and still be having fun. But, I'm obviously happy that I did. You make me a little less dark and gloomy.

Thank you for being you.

Thank you for understanding me as much as you can.

Thank you for laughing with me until we cry.

Thank you for always reminding me of my worth and why that boy doesn't deserve me.

Thank you for teaching me to put vaseline on my eyelashes.

Thank you for letting me be a part of your family, they're my favorite people on the planet.

Thank you for letting me fix your eyebrows that one time, I probably saved your life.

Thank you for not hating me after that time we decided it would be a good idea to ride on top of your Mom's explorer, ending with you falling off and breaking your skull. (Yes, that really happened.)

Oh, and thanks for not dying when that happened.

Thank you for letting me talk crap about that boy you like, I only do it because you deserve better.

Thank you for allowing me to be my complete self.

What I'm trying to say here is that I appreciate you. Probably more than you'll ever know. I know for a fact that you will be around forever, and I'm not complaining.

I hope you find a boy that loves you as much as I do because that's the only way I'll approve of him.

I hope you find what you're passionate about, and do it for the rest of your life.

I hope you get that big blacked out truck you've always dreamed of.

I hope you know that you are capable of whatever you put your mind to.

I hope that soon, you stop doubting yourself.

I hope that you soon realize how smart you are, and use it to your advantage.

You're my person. You're the person I run to when something's wrong--and though you may not have much to say, you're always there to listen. I couldn't ask for a better best friend, I hope you don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon because you're stuck with me for life.

We've been through middle school graduation, ring ceremony, the senior trip, high school graduation, and I can't wait to see what the rest of our lives has in store for us.

I love you with all of my heart.