To my childhood best friend who became my soul mate
When I say soul mate, I don’t mean spouse, significant other, none of that jazz. I mean soul mate, the one who completes me. The one who has been through every up and down of my life. She’s not my girlfriend, but she is my other half. And I would give her the world if I could. I met my soul mate when I was six years old when I moved across the street from her.
I have no idea where I would be without you.
We have countless of late night sob sessions or long night cruises because sometimes life just sucks. You have walked me through so many milestones of my life. We've went through grade school, that awkward junior high phase, made it through high school, and now here we are in college living our dreams. We've obviously have had our fights, but I wouldn't want to call anyone else my best friend. And you have been there for my life shattering moments. Our junior year was a hard time for us, but with you gave me light in the dark. You understood what I was going through. You kept me sane (kinda, not really, we're crazy) and here I am today.
You have no idea how many times I bring you up in conversation.
Being 67 miles away from you, is one of the hardest things I have ever done. We obviously have made new friends at college, but all my friends here at school know you. I obviously have to talk about you because else am I suppose to do when I'm not with you.I never realized how many memories we had until I started telling them about you. And boy, do we have some crazy memories.
I'm silently rooting from you, always.
Every time I see you post something on Facebook about your life, I get extra happy for you. You deserve to be happy. I love getting updates on your life. I'm rooting for you even if your decision pisses me off, but I know you're stubborn behind is going to whatever you please. No matter where life takes you, don’t ever for a moment forget that I am always rooting for you. Just like Tyra was rooting for Tiffany.
I’m really upset you’re moving into an apartment.
But I’m so excited you're moving into an apartment. It’s just really upsetting that I won’t be able to walk my happy butt across the street when I see your car there. Just to let you know I cried. Even though I am being a little selfish here, I can’t wait to see your place and crash on your couch almost every weekend.
I just want to thank you.
I'll keep you safe, you keep me wild.
I love you.
