You, the boy with the large flannels and red hair,
You the boy with the puffy eyes and soft hugs,
The boy I don’t know well yet but already love,
The boy who smells of fallen leaves and cinnamon
You haven’t been in my world very long, but when I see you it makes my day
All the dumb jokes, easy smiles, and quiet understandings,
All of your soft affections are why I wish we were closer.

You, the girl with the high skirts and the curves,
You, the girl with tights and cat sweaters,
The girl who I wish for when I feel desperate, when I need a hug,
The girl who smells of floral air, of clean soap.
You provided a comfort I didn’t know I needed,
All the kisses on my cheek, the soft embraces and the warm intertwining of fingers,
All these things are why I’m so grateful I met you.

You the boy with the yellow beanie and the inked hands,
You, the boy who’s always laughing to scare away the sadness,
The boy who taught me the importance of acceptance,
The boy who smells of marshmallows and smoke.
You made me realize that there’s more to life than good grades and church,
All those deep conversations, the uncontrolled laughter, and the love for your friend group,
All these moments are all the reasons I’m so glad we’re friends.

You the girl with the long legs and the monotone clothes,
You, the girl with the elegant figure and the ever changing hair,
The girl who has always been there,
The girl who smells of pine needles and tea,
You who always knows, and is closer to me  than anyone,
All those inside jokes, soul sharing and constant support,
All this love is why I’m still here…

You, the boy with mocha skin and the dark eyes,
You, the boy with the charming personality and intimidating anger,
The boy who I wish I knew better,
The boy who smells like the dark clouds before a rainstorm,
You are unknown to me, but when you smile at me it makes my heart warm with motherly love,
All the kind remarks, humorous glances and small blushes
All of your characteristics make me yearn for a longer conversation.

You, the girl with the blonde curls and bold eyes,
You, the girl with the shared silence and the quiet mouth,
The girl who I rant to, the one who shares my book loving nature
The girl who will squeal over Harry Potter, and talk at the perfect times.
The girl who smells of new books and ocean spray,
You make me regret my too timid nature, make me wish we had started our friendship earlier,
All the random topics, long rants and knowing looks
All of  your endearing quirks are why I hope you never leave

You, the boy with the great style and fun hair,
You, the boy who is so extra and yet still calming,
The boy I can always hug and who always jokes,
The boy who lives in an unknown world of pop culture and makeup,
The one who smells of tree bark and bubbly cologne
You remind me of my brother, bringing with you familiarity and laughter,
All your performances, loud exclamations and soft conversations,
All aspects of you make me glad I got the ***** to make friends

You, the girl with the speckled face and brown eyes,
You, the girl with sass and snark
The girl who was always kind, and is always up for a conversation,
The girl willing to talk about everything and nothing at all
You who smells of softly tread dirt and new life,
All your pretty pictures, moments of comisory, and kind words,
All these things are why you make me smile