"She’s my person. If I murdered someone, she's the person I'd call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor. She's my person." –Christina Yang
To “My Person,”
When looking back at the moments we have shared throughout our friendship, I am not even sure when the defining moment was in which you became my person, but I am so thankful for all of the things that brought us so close. I have so much to thank you for that I could not ever say in person because we both know I would probably just start crying, telling you why you are my best friend and soul sister. But, thank you for being there every step of the way. Thank you for being there to celebrate my triumphs but for also being my strength when things got too hard to handle alone. On some of my worst days, I do not even have to tell you that something is wrong; you just know, hug me, and tell me whoever pissed me off is not worth it if they cannot appreciate what I have to offer them. Thank you for being my best friend through my weird moments, my every quirk, and for sitting next to me and indulging in my addictions with me (especially when it came to Hot Cheetos). Thank you for never judging me, but rather standing by me in my decisions. Thank you for also playing devil’s advocate and challenging me to be open-minded and think of things from other perspectives. Thank you for telling me the things I need to hear, even if they are the last thing I want to open my ears to. Thank you for keeping me grounded and for being my rock.
I will never be able to thank you enough for the person that you are. You have the biggest heart of anyone I have ever known, and I am lucky that you have chosen to share it with me. I want to thank you, not only for being there when I needed you, but for letting me in when you needed someone but did not want to admit it. Thank you for sharing your hardships with me and letting me give you all that you have given me throughout our friendship. Thank you for allowing me to make you feel better when you are sad, to tell you how stupid that boy is for letting you go but how much better off you are without him, and for telling you how incredible you are even when you do not want to hear it.
Being someone’s person does not mean that they are the person that has been in your life the longest; it means that this person understands you in a way that others fail to. Your person is someone who can see through the walls you put up and break them down until you believe that they are going to be there for you when everyone else leaves. Aside from being there for me as my emotional crutch, you are also the person that I want to spend my life hanging out with and going on adventures with. You are forever going to be the lime to my tequila, the Christina Yang to my Meredith Grey, the foam on my cappuccino, the best to my friend.
Everybody has their person, but I am lucky that of all people, you are mine.
