My Lovely LoUGaV,

These past two weeks have been rough for me. Life knocked me on my ass. I’m not accustomed to being the one who needs help. I’m not accustomed to being the one to cry.

I’m a Bottler too.

But I did need help. And I did cry.

A lot.

I want to thank you for being there for me. You are exactly what I needed.

I needed someone to wrap me in a fuzzy blanket and tell me it was okay to cry. I needed someone to know that I needed to hear those words, because you Bottle Shit Up too. I needed someone to hand me a juice pouch and tell me to take a nap at 11 o’clock in the morning on a Saturday.

I needed someone to be there for me, no matter what.

I needed someone to run across campus and up ten flights of stairs just to give me a hug. I needed someone to sit there so I could rest my head on theirs and feel the breath and heartbeat of another human.

A human who loves me.

You’ve been there for me like no one else in the entire world. You make the word ‘sister’ sound like a holy title – an honor fit only for a divine priestess.

I’m an only child, but you truly feel like family. We are sisters. Best friends isn’t a strong enough term.

This bond runs deeper, through more blood and water and iron than any friendship.

I need, now, to thank you. You are the World’s Best Roommate. I will fight anyone who says otherwise. To. The. Death.

Thank you, for being exactly who you are. You are endlessly considerate and kind and brave and passionate and beautiful and smart and strong. Strong above all else. Infinitely, unyieldingly strong.

And I also want you to know that I’m by your side too. Always. Whenever you feel lost. Whenever you don’t think you can be strong anymore. I don’t always know how to help, but I’m here. Whenever you need me. I’ll do anything for you. I’m here for keeps. To listen. To offer a hand or a shoulder or a juice pouch.

To be the heartbeat you need to hear.

Unconditional love. I know that shit is real. That shit runs deep.

Forever Your Sister,

SHoPaG