We are the Power Puff Girls, we are the Three Musketeers, we are the Mean Girls, we are… inseparable… for now. And although one day, I fear I might lose you two, I know you will always be with me because we are not just friends; we are sisters (I know you both just automatically thought of the song "Cheetah Sisters" by the Cheetah Girls… as did I).
If one day, you both decide we cannot be friends anymore or for some reason we drift apart, expect random messages from me asking how you have been doing and don't act cool because your new friend group doesn't like me, because I was there for you; I'm still there for you. You both better understand that I have been painting the universe in your minds, reminding you how big and beautiful this world is, how opportunity is waiting out there for you, because you deserve it. I have been robbing the sky of its stars because I need to make you both understand that nothing is ever going to shine brighter than your eyes when you're happy, that nothing is ever going to be more important than your happiness
If one day, you both decide we cannot be friends anymore or for some reason we drift apart, thank you.
Thank you for listening to my problems and solving them before they happened. Your words touched my heart without using your hands, and although you don't believe it, your words are meaningful and one day, they will have the power to change the world, as they have changed mine.
Thank you for supporting even my dumbest decisions, but not omitting the truth. You both made sure I understood the consequences of my choices and held my hand while I made them. I cannot stress how grateful I am for your unconditional love throughout the bad times.
Thank you for making your home mine and accepting mine as your own. We learned how to fit three girls in one queen-sized bed, how to create an adventure out of my bedroom and some Christmas lights, how to convince my mother to let us do some things we shouldn't have done, how to remember my past without making it my present, how to release our secrets to each other in my room that doesn't have a door.
Thank you for the late nights that turned into pizza hangovers at 3:00 A.M. We re-watched the same movies and ate more food than anyone thought possible, and not for a second, did we regret a single second of that. The room was filled with similar smelling perfumes and the usual bad jokes we made. We had a tendency to laugh until we cried, and to cry until we couldn't help but laugh, but when the tears run out, we fall asleep with all of our legs cuddled together because no blanket seemed quite big enough for all three of us.
When my heart had been broken, we created this look of desperation. I never really knew if it meant, "Get me out of here!" or if it meant, "I could really use a hug right now," but somehow, we always figured it out. I remember deteriorating my own body when I lived in my bath tub with no water running and often forgot what time I was supposed to eat or drink. I walked around like a zombie and you two were the only ones not handling me with kid gloves. My had been destroyed and came unraveled for a long time, but you were the best menders I knew. I cannot say it doesn't hurt any less, because it still hurts like crazy, but I have my days – the better days.
Thank you for being my sisters without sharing the same blood.