My Destiny isn't what you're thinking she is. She's got brown, curly hair that's longer then my forearm, she's got the most beautiful smile that almost always comes with a laugh, and, no matter what, she's always there for anyone, even if they're an egotistical dick. Destiny is the girl I always pick up the phone for, no matter what. She's been my light on my darkest days, and most of the time she doesn't even know it. I love her as much as my blood sister, and if you know me then you know that's a ridiculous amount. Destiny has been there through it all, and, even though sometimes she doesn't think so, I always think about her. There's not a day I don't. Her Snapchats are my life, her phone calls make my world, and everyday I'm in New England makes me want to see her more.

Our friendship started with a boy, and, I'll admit, I had the thought of ripping her head off a couple times that first year, especially when she dated him. But after that, I can't remember how we became so close because it just feels that natural. We trudged through high school together, making enemies and friends. I always admired her ability to make everyone love her. She's just so pure in essence that you can't look at her and instantly hate her. She's shy, yet calm, quirky yet normal. Her faults make you love her too.

That being said, she doesn't realize how strong she is, and she sometimes lets people in who try to snub her flame. I've gotten calls at 2am, ending in me wanting to do unspeakable things with a knife and salt to those people. Someone so wonderful should never have to endure some of the things she's gone through. And sitting here, 900 miles away, not being able to hold her as she cries, I will never forgive any of those boys for what they did to my Destiny. She's such a huge part of my increasingly smaller and smaller world that it kills me to know she doesn't think she's even good enough for these brutes. She can't see that she's deserves so much more.

But I guess that's why destiny put me in Destiny's life. I'm here to be her rock, and hold her as some douche hurts her again, and she's here to be the light I need most days.

Des, I know some days you wonder if I care, and if I still consider you a friend, and I hope this clears it up. No matter how far way, no matter how many days we haven't talked, I love you so much. I hope this sort of makes you understand how much you mean to me, and keeps you from drifting too far way from me in the future. You're one of my favorite things in the world, and I don't want you to ever forget that. See you in a few days.