I look at you and I see someone worth knowing. I see someone who inspires me, supports me, and encourages me to be the best I can be. There are times when I’m not sure whether I will be able to smile again, but then you come in with your goofy grin and lame jokes, and 10 minutes later I find myself laughing so hard that any negative thought I previously had is no longer on my mind. Most of the time that we spend together is full of laughter and tears of joy. I find myself constantly thanking God for blessing me with such an amazing person in my life.
It’s so crazy how the most unexpected people come into your life and completely change it. I remember walking down the halls in Junior High, praying that I wouldn’t run into you. I absolutely despised you. Fast forward a few years and here we are, best friends.
There are many things I could thank you for, but I think the most important thing that you have done for me is just be there. Always constant, never turning your back on me. You’re the kind of friend that I can call at 3 o’clock in the morning when I’m feeling a little extra homesick, and even if you might be a little crabby when I call, I know you’ll always answer.
The adjustment of having to live life away from you is not easy. It’s a little harder to get up for school in the mornings knowing I’m not going to go pick you up to go with me. It’s a little harder walking on campus Face Timing you instead of walking with you in person. It’s a little harder not getting a call from you saying you want to go get ice cream because you’re craving it. It’s a little harder to sit in my classes and not be able to look across the room and see you making ugly faces at me, and it’s a little harder to not be able to go grab a bit to eat with you whenever we have nothing better to do.
I don’t think anyone will ever quite understand what it means to me to have you as a best friend. Having you as a friend means splitting my ice cream cone, because I like the ice cream and you like the cone. It’s complimenting each other by saying really mean things that we both know we don’t actually mean. It’s pushing you off me at 4 a.m. when I wake up to find you sprawled all over me because you like to cuddle and I don’t. It’s driving in silence on the way to school in the mornings (well, not anymore) because I’m not a morning person and you know better than to talk to me before 9 a.m. It’s calling you when I’m crying my eyes out because I just don’t know if I can do it anymore, followed by you telling me that I can and I will. It’s screaming at the top of our lungs to our favorite throwbacks because we just can’t help it. It’s doing the most random things, such as sliding down the stairs on an old canvas or climbing up to the landing (only to later get stuck). It’s sending and receiving stupid, funny pictures that no one else finds funny except us. It’s laughing for 20 minutes over something that wasn’t even that funny, but we keep laughing because once we get started we just can’t seem to stop. It’s typing messages in all caps because we get way too excited way too easily, but that’s okay. It’s asking your opinion on literally everything, because your opinion means so much; and it’s always knowing that I have someone who will wake up early on Saturday’s just to go sit and watch me practice tumbling or tennis.
Having you as a best friend has and continues to be such a gift. I can’t think of anyone else I would rather go on adventures with. Thank you for all the memories we’ve already had, and for the ones yet to be made.
Happy birthday Nik, I love you so much.
Love, your B4R.
