Thank you. If it wasn’t for you, I don’t think I would have made it this far today. From all the way back in middle school to now, there are no words for how much you mean to me.
Thank you for that time I slept over your house for the first time in 7th grade… and got my period. Thanks for discretely getting me a pad and making me feel comfortable, even though it was only the first time we really hung out.
Thank you for always letting me be weird as f*ck, and actually encouraging it. To being mermaids in the pool, to acting as weird creatures on the floor, thank you for giving me a laugh and engaging in these weird acts also.
Thank you for that time you tackled me on the ice when we were ice-skating and I had happened to sit in ketchup. For always having my back at the worst times in my life. From a ketchup butt, now to smudged lipstick across my cheek, thank you.
Thank you for putting up with my assh*ole (ex) boyfriend, even when you didn’t like him. Thank you for letting me love him like I did, even though it was tough to stand back and watch my deterioration.
Thank you for letting go of our friendship, but only for a while. Being told I deserved better was just a thing to be heard, not to be shown. And I only saw it to be true when I never saw you. So thank you for not being my friend for some time, and letting me figure out all the bullsh*t that I called my relationship and my life.
Thank you for being there when I was finally free of a toxic relationship and needed help getting back on me feet. For picking up the pieces of my heart and getting me to finally smile and laugh again and showing me that boys are really only temporary, but friends truly are forever.
Thank you for accepting me as I was, unlike the boy who made me feel unworthy, cold and isolated. Even when I could not even accept myself, you undoubtedly did, for the both of us. Being broken was a hard thing to feel, and you slowly helped me become whole again.
Thank you for not making it awkward, as we became friends again. Thank you for letting me back in and making it feel as though we never stopped talking and being friends. Thank you for letting us pick up our friendship as if nothing had changed, and will ever change again.
Thank you for the mutual unwavering support of being a college student. Man, does it suck. But it sucks a little less with you by my side, or me traveling to be by your side. Thank you for understanding that failing a test wasn’t my fault because the study guide had nothing to do with the actual stuff we were tested on. Thank you for putting up with me on the weekends, especially when my friend grey goose and I got along all to well that one night.
Thank you for letting me be your person in return. Thank you for trusting me with your problems and letting me give you advice. For being the ear that is always open when you need it. And letting me be the shoulder that you cry on. Thank you for letting me do the same as you did for me, whenever you need it, as I did. And for allowing this to make me a better, wiser person because of it.
Thank you now for being a lifelong friend and the ones who I plan my big, scary, outrageous future with. Thank you for giving me reality checks when I need it. And for when we have nothing to do and just sit and watch TV, even when we don’t talk while doing it, thanks. Your presence is enough to make me feel entertained. For encouraging my weird love of things like makeup, elephants, and other random quirky things. And the times you do things that you hate just because you know I love them. Just, thanks.
Thank you for being you.
Thank you for letting me be me.
Thank you for loving me unconditionally.
And thank you for, well, waiting.
XO,
Kellie
