From my first heartbreak to today, I learned very quickly that boys suck. But not all boys care about what's underneath your clothes, some really care about who you are and love you for everything besides what you look like. And those are the boys that have become more than friends to me, they have become brothers, and this is why.

First off, they never get tired of hearing about the stupid boy that hurt me, again. No matter how many times my dumbass crawled back to the boy that claimed "he loved me" but really just was lonely in bed, they were right there with open arms and ears. Of course there was lecture here and there, but it didn't change the love and care they had for me. And they always offer to kill anyone who hurt me, which sometimes I want to take them up on.

Second, the always check up on me. Whether it's a depressing tweet at two in the morning or a party-gone-wrong, they never fail to call me or pick up the phone when I call them. They let me cry and ruin their shirts with mascara and lipstick with no regret. And even if I'm perfectly fine they will shoot me a text making sure I know they think of me and that their still there for me, even if it's to just talk about my day. And nothing is better than knowing that someone is there and that they care without you having to ask if they do.

Also, their always my biggest fans. They push me to be better and support me in whatever I do. I can't name one time that I performed on stage or had an important event and they weren't there cheering me on. They let me be whoever I want and encourage me to explore outside my comfort zone. And when I fall down after trying my best, they're always there to pick me up and help me try even harder. It's awesome having your own personal cheer team through life.

Even though sometimes I really hate it, they call me out on my shit. Whether I'm being a petty bitch or just a bitch in general, all they have to do is give me a look and I know I need to stop. Sometimes I listen, other times I'm too prideful too; either way, they still put up with my bullshit and I thank god someone does because if I were them, I wouldn't.

Finally, they get over things so quickly, much faster than girls. Everyone knows girls tend to hold grudges over the dumbest things. Like so I wore the same dress as you to Prom, get over it, Becky. But that's the thing about guys, they don't give a shit. Maybe they'll be mad for a hot second when you called them an asshole, but five minutes later their talking about the baseball game like nothing happened. It's awesome to move on and be able to forget whatever happened because truth be told the past is in the past so why stress on it? Move on and live life.

My guy friends are the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I owe them the world for all they do. Their my bestfriends and I can't imagine living without them(I probably wouldn't survive a day). But even if we do fade within the next few years I know they'll always be my friends, and even more so, my brothers.