The day we met I told you I loved you,
And you laughed at me.
Four years to the day and I said it again,
And you kissed me on the cheek.
Our personalities bite at each other.
You're sweet and kind;
I'm aggressive and bitter.
You're the first thing people see about me;
I'm the last they see of you.
Four years to the day,
And we still complete each other's sandwiches.
I make obscure references,
You buy me the things that fuel them anyways.
People don't get us.
Maybe it's because I'll always love you
And You'll always see me as a sister.
Our friendship is tightnit.
Like the sweater for cold weather that I keep in my trunk just for you.
I know you like the back of my hand,
You know me more than anyone else could ever understand.
Four years to the day,
And this time I wouldn't change a thing about us.
Because I'll always love you,
My unrelated non-blood sister.