I honestly thought I was too old to make a friend like you. I thought I missed my opportunity to find someone to cruise around town blasting Justin Bieber with, a shoulder to cry on, a maid-of-honor. It was always difficult for me to make girl friends. Maybe there was something wrong with me: I judged other women too much, I couldn't see past jealousy, I was just awkward around them. I don't know what it was but seeing all my classmates in high school have someone to plan after prom with sucked. But that's not when I noticed the problem. The problem was so much older than high school senior year.
I had great girl friends in grammar school. We'd make each other birthday cards, have playdates, and you bet they were at all my birthday parties. Nothing was wrong with them. But then we grew up, or rather: they grew up. I always felt a mile behind everyone. They were completely over playing kickball during recesses and I never wanted to stop running the bases. Once that break happened, I was never able to make girl friends like that again. Until you.
When I met you I'll be honest, I thought you were a big ol' B*tch. You showed up one day out of the blue with the perfect eyeliner and pin-straight hair blowing in the wind. Yeah, I tend to be jealous of other girls but somehow I easily got past that with you to make it to where we are today: soulmates. Spirit animals. Absolute best friends.
Thank you for teaching me what a fuck-boy is and how to look out for them. Thank you for answering every text that was basically just me complaining, when no one else would listen. Thank you for introducing me to your family. Thank you for trusting me with all of your anxieties, no matter how big or how small. Thank you for so graciously taking on mine, for telling me "I know that guy is cute but you need to focus on school, remember?" But most importantly, thank you for introducing me to Ralph's. You keep me on track, you support me in every decision, you make me laugh till I can't breathe and you have continued to be my everything from many miles away
When I was little, I feared I wouldn't have someone standing next to me when I got married. You know that scene in Bride Wars where Kate Hudson hires her male secretary to be her "mister-of-honor"? Yeah, I thought that was going to be me. But you saved me from all the shitty Kevin maids-of-honor out there, none of which would look as H-O-T as we will in the photos when that day comes. And you're out of your mind if you think I won't be right there with you on your day, to stop you from biting your nails in a fit of nerves or to crack a lame joke or two. Because that's what best friends are for.
I have no clue where I'd be without you. Thank you for being my person ~ I love you <3
P.S. Whoever marries us is crazy and should just leave us for each other cause we're a package deal HAHHAHAHAAHAHAA
