Dear Best Friend,

I wanted to thank you for loving me, despite all my faults and all my madness. I wanted to talk about how wonderful you are for believing in me and loving me, when I didn't believe or love myself. Thank you for knowing me, when I fumble on my words in front of a boy and you pick them up and string them together for me. There is no other person in this world that I would rather have next to me.

Somewhere along the way, among the madness of being a kid. I met you. Someone that I would never give back. This individual that had been put on this earth at the perfect time, that we ended up in the same place. How lucky huh?

We don't always talk, life gets in the way and you forget that there are other people on the face of this planet. And that's okay, because then, when life seems to have its hand around your throat you look beside you and there I am. Or when I find myself at the bottom of a hole that I dug for myself, you reach your hand down and pull me out.

You remind me that the world is much better in color. You show me that there are stars in the water if its still enough at night, you've shown me the inside of the sun and that your smile is just as bright. You reminded me that human beings care, that they have hearts and they love to talk and sing too loud and eat grilled cheese.

You taught me to count my days in chocolate chips and smiles instead of nights and boys that don't remember my name. You carry this pain on your back and make it look like wings. You test my hot chocolate for me to make sure its not too hot, risking your mouth and throat for mine.

Somehow this person. This human being with a goofy laugh and a heart so big you think it wouldn't fit in their chest, picked me to love. Picked me to be their person they call at three am when their parents are fighting or at two in the afternoon when they can't find their dog. The scale does not matter, I will be there for you in a second if you need me.

I would drop the world to hold your hand. I would starve to give you sustenance. I would carry you until my legs no longer carried me.

Because that's what best friends do. There will always be stupid inside jokes about movies and bad songs. There will always be that first sleep over that we didn't sleep, and you left early the next morning because it felt awkward. There will always be that boy we both liked but then both of us backed out because they didn't want to hurt the other ones feelings. But there will never be a moment in this life where I forget how to love you.

Loving you is the easiest thing since eggo waffles. It came so naturally and steady that next thing I knew I was dropping your favorite coffee off at your door after a bad day.

No matter where life takes us, how many miles or oceans we are apart. This here, this friendship? Means something that neither of us could ever really explain. But maybe that's the beauty in it, not knowing where it came from but never wanting it to leave.

So thanks, for ya know, being you and all..