You're my best friend. You're the only person to ever treat me like a real best friend. Somehow who accepts me for all that I am, in every situation, good and bad, bitchy and sentimental, laughing and cutting, over-joyed and alone. Nothing scared you away from me. I offered to you my oddly sexual personality and stories you didn't necessarily want to here, and you took it all. You have never been against me.
We have the same sorts of interests, except your hipster stuff and my fashion police/how do I look? stuff. And we say things at the same time. We basically speak a different language most of the time. We don't even have to say anything when we're together to get each other. I know what you are thinking even when what you say doesn't match. I know you. You know me.
You are constantly making sure I'm okay. You cried at the thought of me hurting myself. You expressed how you would do anything for our friendship. You have been reciprocating everything I give. That sounds dirty. But really, you treat me how I have always wished a friend would treat me.
You're just this ray of sunshine in my life. With you as my friend, I'll never feel alone. You made me a priority, something other people just have never done.
And you're funny, smart, and great. You know how much I think of you, your talents, your beauty, and your humor. I love you.
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