here's to you who has seen me cry ugly tears and was there to give me a hug anyway,
even though my snot and my tears and my mascara probably got all over your clothes.
you didn't care about your shirt -
you just cared about being there, being that someone for me to cry on.
you wanted me to know that i was never alone,
you wanted me to know that i was always so loved.
you are the friend that sees me unhinged and and finds a way to talk me through it.
you are the friend that listens when i need to cry or yell or scream -
you always know the words i need to hear to soothe my troubles,
and to help tie up all my loose seams.
so here's to you,
who has seen all my messy parts and chooses to love me still.
you know that our friendship isn't just about the sparkly bits -
but about every low and every high.
and thats what lasts and thats what counts.