Hey, homie.
Let me start off by saying that saying it's been a privilege to get to know you over time would be an understatement. Never in my wildest dreams (yes, Taylor Swift pun intended) would I have imagined that by dating your brother, I would not only be gaining a boyfriend, but also someone who is so much like a sister and best friend all wrapped into one. And that's you.
Since I started dating your brother, you have been one of my closest friends. You're the first person that I text when I'm craving Chick Fil A and your brother is too busy to go out and get some with me. And, more importantly, you don't judge for a second when I blast basic white girl music the whole car ride. Instead, you sing along with me, sometimes even 10 times louder than I do.
Thank you for hanging out with me so that I don't have to sit alone while your brother is off doing something else. It's our endless memories of quoting our favorite movies and singing our favorite songs and looking up the cheats to our favorite video games that I cherish the most. Is it bad that I love coming over to your house so I can see you?
I am so honored to be one of the people that you text for advice on boys and drama with friends. And I'm even more grateful that you can be that person for me. Thank you for always being there with open ears when I just need to vent to you, even if it's about how stupid your brother is being at the moment.
You have been perhaps one of the biggest blessings in my life. Thank you for sharing your brother with me and thank you for letting me into your life as well.
I love you more than Barry Benson loves honey.



















