Recently I've been sought after by the male species. Okay, this isn't a new thing...I just haven't been interested until now. I don't need a guy in my life. I get along just fine by myself and with my girls. That's not to say that I'm not interested, it's just...complicated.
But there's one girl in particular. She knows my ins and outs, my ups and downs. She knows about my weird freckles and my toes that she's convinced don't have bones in them. She's something else, she's special. She's the kind of friend who can make your bad days a million times better with a one liner...or an over-priced cup of coffee and a cake pop. She has always made sure I don't have to go through anything alone, even if that means copying my every move so I don't have to look stupid by myself. If I'm crying, chances are she's crying twice as hard. It's just who she is.
She's irreplaceable.
No boy will ever compare or even come close to having the same bond, the same relationship that her and I have...Trust me. She's the friend to approve pictures and play doctor when I need to know what the mysterious bump on my butt may be. She's different. I'm different..and together we're perfectly weird. And that's good enough for us.
Just because there is this boy, doesn't mean there isn't room for you, sweetheart. I have two hands. One for you and one for him, and together we can conquer the world.
Chicks before d!cks, right? Okay, good.
