You were my first friend who later became my best friend. I could tell you everything all my biggest secrets to all my little secrets to anything in between. You could see me for who I really was, and not judge me. I didn’t have to pretend to be someone to make you like me. I was simply myself and nothing more. We could talk on the phones for hours. I always knew you would pick up, and reply to my messages even if it wasn’t urgent. You knew me at my best and even my worst. We use to want to hangout together and be reckless. Do you remember when we use to have wine night together? We even got drunk together, and spent the night laughing and crying about our stupid lives. I couldn’t imagine having a better best friend. I wouldn’t trade you for the world. So why would you trade me?