There are millions of words that I could string together in perfectly phrased paragraphs and it still wouldn't be able to depict the magnitude of love I have for you. You are the most beautiful, caring, forgiving, horrible singer I've ever met in my life. (I like that you're a horrible singer- it makes me feel better when I want to sing in the car with you.)

I could sit and talk about our memories for days, especially considering we spent every waking moment in high school together. But I really don't want or need to because honestly, I feel like people wouldn't believe half of them. I mean, how many people can say they got a flat tire on the way to a concert in the middle of the woods in a State Park and decided to follow the sound of a chainsaw for help? Me and you. That's it. And how many people can say they tried to go to the park just to swing and relax and got chased home by a swan? Me and you. That's it.

But truthfully, that's how I like it. I'm glad that we have absolutely ridiculous stories to tell. Instead of just "remember that one time we went to that one concert?!", it's more like "remember that one time we went to Warped Tour and you had to carry me out because I had an allergic reaction and then our car died waiting for the boys?" Every moment spent with you is fun and unforgettable- even if we're just sitting on the couch (trying) to stay out of trouble.

You are so much more than you give yourself credit for. You put yourself through hell in an attempt to make sure everyone around you is okay. And I love you for it, but you have to give yourself a break. You can't save everyone and you can't fix everything.

You are beautiful, and kind, and funny, and smart, and fun, and I could go on. But I think it would mean more if I told you that after we fought (the one and only time), I felt like a part of me went missing. When I get attached, I stay attached forever (as you clearly know) and having to look at your social media through other people's accounts was exhausting. Much too much work, honestly.

You're more than somebody I like to hangout with or somebody who knows all of my secrets. You're a part of me and making sure that you're happy, not just okay, is crucial.

I just want to say thank you. Thank you for all of the crazy memories (and those to come) and thank you for sticking by my side whenever I do some absolute nonsense (which is more often than it should be). Thank you for never judging me and just laughing when I say something asinine.

I appreciate you listening to me whine about who I miss and complain about who I despise and I appreciate you helping me scheme whenever I need to. I appreciate you always being in my corner and sometimes saying the things I really want to say, but don't have the guts to.

I love you for life and I'm so lucky to have you as my best friend. Oh, and I can't wait for our kids to get married.

Oh, and, sorry again for moving across the country. Be back soon... hehe.