Here's to you, my best friend, my life line and my person,

I am so lucky to have you. It is impossible to put into words, pictures or videos how grateful I am to have gone through more than five years with a partner-in-crime like you. It's the little things and the big ones, it's everything all together that makes you the absolute best and what I needed, what I'll always need in my life. Thank you for having never judged me, for supporting every decision that I make and always looking out for me, giving me the best advice possible and always being straightforward with me. Thank you for loving me like a sister, through all the good and bad moments. I love that you always tell me what is good and bad for me. I love that regardless of my poor decision making skills — even when you have clearly told me to do otherwise — you never once have said, "I told you so." You're the best there is and I can't imagine having gone through high school, college and all the s**t that comes with becoming an adult without having had you around.

Remember when ...

We fed the monsters in the school's woods? I swear, I don't even understand what was going through my mind!

The strawberry poptart you wanted to eat when you were "eating sandwiches"? ... Even though you're allergic to strawberries!

The four lokos that made you have to stay and wait in the park so I could go get you water? Yeah, that was scary, and who were those guys that I have a picture with?

Hey, what about all those times we would wrestle and you got stuck on the floor between my bed and wall? I'm sorry, but it's still funny.

Oh, God, we got drunk during dance practice. We literally were dropping to the ground, everyone thought we ... had "eaten sandwiches."

Doritos, Pizza and Monster ... that's all I've got to say about that.

Speaking of Monster, I am so sorry. I already know that you love me because, well, I can't believe you didn't murder me for that time I made you slip in Monster, soaking your homework, all while in front of your crush ... love you?

Throwback to the sketchy Fiji bottles that we would have at school, and Mr. C realizing what we were doing ... how did we not get caught?

Wait, but we literally did the most on several occasions, just to get tattoos, from literally walking in the snow to hanging out in a sketchy park waiting for the tattoo artist to get to the shop ... to tattoo underage girls ... awkward.

We literally took care of Thun Thun like co-parents would, sharing him back and forth. Yet, we abandoned Bearemy at Build-A-Bear. At least our favorite child had a good life, huh?

Can you believe that we literally designed our own mini house? It started off just innocently having movie nights and sleepovers to eventually having parties there and too many stories to count!

Also, every time I want a milkshake, I know you will always have one with me ... even though you're weird and like it with fries.

So best friend,

Thanks for these memories and so many more — ones that I think of randomly when I'm getting Starbucks (and I think of the time that we all got in trouble for leaving during lunch just for Starbucks). I appreciate every single moment with you, I appreciate you as a person and I wouldn't replace you for the world. You have my back and I swear, I will always have yours. Thank you for the memories that haven't even happened yet, but I know that there are many more to come!

You told me once when I was sad about someday living far from each other that I should never be sad about it because we will never fall apart or become distant. That I can always remember, we are attached at the hip, we are best friends for infinity.

I love you, Papos.