Everyone says that your significant other is your soul mate, but I found my soulmate in my best friend.
There is nobody in this world that I feel as comfortable with, nobody in this world who can tell exactly what I am feeling by just looking at me, nobody in this world who knows me better than she does. Everyone has a soulmate and she is mine.
She has been there for almost everything in my life, giving me nothing but the most amazing support and love. She has seen the good, the bad, the ugly, and the absolute drama. Fortunately, she has stuck around. It has been over ten years and I know for a fact I would not be who I am or where I am today if I never met her in fourth grade at a brand new school I had never stepped foot in.
We can go for weeks without talking, but, when we talk, it is like nothing has changed. We have our own lives going on — we have our own things to deal with. When we do come together, nothing really matters. I can show up at her house at one in the morning and fall asleep with her.
She is truly my rock and the best thing that has happened to me. From our 9-year-old shenanigans to the dumb decisions we made together in high school, I will always remember them. After all, she has literally been there through everything.
She was my backbone when I lost family, friends, and even myself. She was there when I was at my highest and my lowest; she never stopped showing me love.
She has been my biggest supporter when it comes to school and finding myself and my passion. She is one of the first people to read anything I publish, anything I post, and she is always the first person to tell me she is proud of me.
We have planned out our entire lives around each other — where we want to live, the career paths we wish to follow, and the kids we wish to have.
So many friends have come and gone in both of our lives. There have been times where we have fallen off and forgot who we are to each other. I take her for granted and she has taken me for granted. Although she is my best friend, there are times where I want to kill her — I know the feeling is always mutual.
We annoy each other. We fight. We argue. We don't always agree on things. Fighting with someone you love more than yourself sucks but also hurts a lot.
Friend-love is really a different type of love, which I am so lucky to experience with her.
So here's to you, Dejah. Thank you for being my person, my best friend, my soulmate, my supporter, the only person who truly knows how to handle my obnoxious personality, all in one. I love you and am so lucky to have you into my life.