Everyone has a person, they are more than just a rando' off the street, they are more than a friend, and even more than a best friend. Simply put, they are your person. The one you go to when you need advice, the one you call late at night when the world around you is falling apart and the one you text to ask if the selfie you just took is Instagram-worthy. They are more than just a phone call every once in a while, more than coming around when it’s convenient, and someone who deserves a whole bunch of ‘Thank You’s’ they should have gotten a long time ago. You might not have known them the longest but you sure as ever know them the best and deep down you know that you would go completely and utterly insane without them in your life.
To My Person,
Thank you for sticking by my side through it all. I can’t stress enough how much it means to me that you chose to be my friend even when I thought it was cool to wear crocks with knee high socks. No really, thank you so very much for not only being seen in public with me while I was wearing this trendy outfit but supporting my decision to step foot out of the house in it. I don’t know what I did on this great big planet earth to deserve such a kind and genuine person, but good gravy it must have been something big.
There are so many things I haven’t thanked you for, most of which I have taken for granted, like taking over your room when I sleep over and going to hibachi at least once a week even though you got food poisoning from there that one time. Thank you for going out of your way to bring me donuts, and driving all the way to my school just to say hi. While you don’t get the recognition you deserve most of the time (and by that I mean 107% of the time), know that I am eternally grateful for all the shenanigans you have done for me.
When I have experienced my absolute best days you were right there by my side experiencing them with me, and when I have gone through my absolute worst days you were right there by my side supporting me through them. That in itself is a debt that I will never be able to repay. I can only hope that when we grow up and have kids of our own they will run around on strike trying to convince us to let them have a sleepover because they too are as close as we are (I also hope our plan to become Real Housewives while driving around in G-Wagons comes true for very obvious reasons).
When it comes down to it no amount of words can describe how blessed I am to have found a best friend in you. You are the apple to my pie, the peanut butter to my jelly, the North to my Penelope, and most importantly the best to my friend. You can bet your bottom dollar we will continue to cause trouble well into our 90's rolling around in wheelchairs and sipping on red wine (or pink lemonade) with the hopes of being the most rad old ladies ever.
Love you long time.
