You have always been there. From the Cookout dates, to the vent sessions, to the panic attacks, to the celebrations and everything in between. You never forget days that are important to me and you make sure that I never end a day without laughter. You deserves endless milkshakes to thank you for everything you've done for me. I think it is easy to say that this letter is not long enough to list everything we've been through and to thank you for going through it with me, but I will try my best.
Thank you for being my person.
I see this in almost every article ever about best friends, and as cliche as it might sound, you really are my person. Urban Dictionary defines "my person" as a person with whom you have attained the highest level of friendship. I do believe there is no level of friendship higher than ours. We have flown past all the awkward stage and still we know everything and anything there is to know about each other. You know me better than I know myself and that is why you are my person.
You never judge me and boy is it nice.
If we do judge each other, it is just solely based on the fact that we know there was no way we could've stopped each other so we might as well judge anyways. You never judge me when I nearly eat for six people, you constantly encourage the phrase "who cares, get the milkshake." and trust me when I say that is a phrase I often need to hear. Thank you for being my encourager.
You keep me on my bottom. No, not toes. Bottom.
A lot of people say "you keep me on my toes" but you are different. When we hang out, we are almost always sitting down or laying in bed. We are the laziest people you will ever meet, and that is perfectly okay with us. Our "lets hang out" means laying in bed, laughing at Vines and Facebook videos while tagging each other in stuff even though we are literally inches away from each other. I am so glad I have a person that is completely okay with lazy hangouts because it is just too much to go out in public.
You never let me not respond. Never.
If we even go seconds without responding, we are blowing each other's phone up will a million texts until we finally get the response. If we take hours to respond, we are about to call the police because you must be dead to not to your one and only friend (literally, this is what we say to each other). You never let a message go unread and you never let a panic attack go unsettled.
Most of all, you keep me sane.
You are on the other end of the phone, almost in your car when I call you panicking about absolutely nothing. You are there to back me up when I get in those silly arguments with my boyfriend (bless him for dealing with us both). You make me do breathing techniques when I start freaking out. You always make me laugh when really I just wanna cry. Thank you for helping me keep my sanity.
Thank you for always being there. You mean more to me than you will ever know, and I am so thankful to call you my best friend, sister from another mister and of course my person. You are the Buzz to my Woody, Winnie the Pooh to my Christopher Robin, Timon to my Pumba and most of all (what describes us best) the Cory Matthews to my Shaun Hunter. You are the best person there is.
