I'll be honest here. I'm not the best at talking about my feelings. You've probably picked up on that by now. Just the thought of baring my soul for others to see repulses me for a number of reasons. But hey, we're stuck in a quarantine, and I'm starting to miss you, so here goes nothing.

You're the first real friend I've had in a long, long time. I've had other friends, sure, but never someone I feel like I can talk to about anything. Never someone I feel like I've known my whole life after only knowing them for a few months. Never someone like you. You can make me smile and laugh when I feel like my world is crumbling around me. You accept me, weirdness and all, when I'm used to people just writing me off as a loser. You're funny, and kind, and everything I could have asked for in a friend plus so much more. Even on my darkest days, you're like this ray of light scaring off the darkness and leaving a warmth and comfort unlike any other in its wake.

Comfort. That's the word to describe what I feel when I'm with you. I've never been able to just sit in silence with someone without feeling awkward. Hanging out with you is so easy, so comfortable. You make me feel comfortable. Which is weird, since I'm always such a nervous wreck. Then again, you've started to change that. I guess that's another thing: you make me better. Before we became friends, I would overthink everything and refuse to step out of my comfort zone due to my own fear of the unknown. You've shown me that it's okay to take risks, to try new things, to open myself up to people. To open myself up to you. And believe me, opening myself up to you was the best decision I've ever made.

I never realized there was something missing in my life until I met you, but the second our eyes met in that meeting room, something clicked. I'm not a huge believer in soulmates, but I'll be damned if you aren't mine. I'm my most genuine self when I'm with you, and I like to think it's the same for you. At least, I hope it is, or else this got really embarrassing really fast. Either way, I like spending time with you. I'm trying to think of one time in particular to call my favorite, but I can't really settle on just one. Every day we've spent together has been the best because I've spent each one with my best friend. Was that too cheesy? Eh, you deserve it.

Of course, I'd be remiss to not mention how great you are as a person, outside of how you've impacted me directly. You're so talented, it's insane! I mean, not only do you have an incredible singing voice, but have you seen your drawings? I'm not sure what demon you signed a deal with to get that level of talent, but do me a favor and tell them to hit me up next. On top of that, your confidence has got to be one of my favorite things about you. You may have your own anxieties, but you don't let those stop you from living your life to the fullest. You walk into situations like you own the place, and I respect you so much for that. As a bonus, you're also hilarious. It takes someone with a good eye for comedy to keep up with my bits, so I applaud you.

There's so much more I could say. If I really wanted to, I could write you a five paragraph essay about what you've come to mean to me in the time we've known each other, but instead I'll cut it off here since this is getting way too sappy for my taste. The point I'm trying to get at here is that you're amazing. You're an amazing friend and an amazing person in general. I'm not sure where I'd be without you in my life, so I hope you stick around for the long haul.

Thank you for everything. For being my friend and, most importantly, for being you.