Before I begin, I might as well tell you what I’m doing. I found this 30-Day letter challenge and I found it to be extremely interesting so I’m going to challenge myself and anyone who reads this to so! Good luck (:
You are my number one best friend. I have literally been protecting you, loving you and putting up with you since 7th grade, but I would never have done anything differently. People see us and wonder how we could possibly be best friends because we’re so completely different, but what they don’t understand until they are with us is that every little thing that is so different about us, completes us. You’re sweet and I’m sour. The peanut butter to my jelly. The Allie to my Noah. My life would be incessantly different with out your beautiful soul. I, literally, think I have the most beautiful best friend of all the land. Inside and out, you are gorgeous. Just when I’m being stubborn and refuse to ask for help, you help me anyways. Being best friends has taught me so many things I can’t even begin to tell you. You can make me absolutely nuts because you worry about E V E R Y T H I N G but I know that’s a big part of showing how much you care. If you stopped worrying about the people you care about, I’d probably be out of a best friend. I can always count on you to be a solid rock through the hurricane that is my life. You support me in everything I do, except for when I’m being stubborn. You tell me I’m beautiful when I haven’t washed my hair and my make up is running down my face and best of all… You love me even when I make it hard to do so. I can’t tell you how thankful I am to have someone like you in my life for rest of my life. Some people wait a lifetime for a friendship like ours and as far as I’m concerned, I’ve never had to wait. Our friendship is a lifetime. I love you.
Until our boobs stop floating,
“Well, that’s what we do. We fight. You tell me when I’m being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you’re being a pain in the ass. Which you are 99% of the time. I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings. They have like a two second rebound rate and you’re back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.”