Honestly it seems insane to picture our friendship as a working whole.
I remember sitting next to you on the first day of class.
"She's really beautiful" I thought to myself.
I soon learned you were taken, but knew I still wanted to get to know you.
After months of insanity, fun, late night conversations, and lots of fighting, I realized something.
You were my best friend.
At the age of 23 that might be silly, but not to me.
Ups and downs racked my year, but you were always there for me.
On your darkest days I stood by you.
For every terrible joke I made, you sighed and shook your head.
I think the terribleness of the joke actually made you happier than if the joke had landed.
When sadness would wrap my weeks in pain, your kind heart wiped all those fears away.
After over a year and a half of being friends, I've learned a thing or two.
True for that stand by you are rare, and my jokes are pretty bad.
But most of all I know one thing, that I love you and you love me.