I remember having a crush on you when we were both so young, and wishing to be placed next to you in class, and through divine justice that was granted. We became great friends, and even though I was friend-zoned I still loved you, as I watched you go through guy after guy that was bad for you. But you know what? I like that we’re still friends. I’m long past the crush I had years ago for you, and with all of your problems I’m way more glad we’ve stayed friends instead of one of those failed boys. I love being there for you. I love you, in all of your moments perfect and imperfect, because you aren’t just some person. You’re the person I can freely care about, so thank you for that. I hope we can grow old and still be the best friends who talk about life as our kids play with each other. I’m looking forward to it. I love you.