I’ve met the man of my dreams, and while I thought that may have been you, it wasn’t. But I still love you. I love you so incredibly much. You’re my best friend, I thought you were The One, but now I see that I’m not The One for you. Living with you has been the best year of my life, I’m glad I have two more years living with you. We’ve had so many ups and downs,twists and turns, so many long nights of smoking and drinking and talking or just enjoying each other’s company. Our stupid, crazy, hilarious nights of Kings, drunken-ness, debauchery, and Beer Pong mean so much more to me than anything else. I even kissed you once in the theatre…and again, good night…just to see how it felt. It was wonderful, but it made me realize that while you’re my best friend, you’re not The One. I’ve met the person that I know without a shadow of a doubt that I want to spend the rest of my life with, and I hope that you will find that person too. I love that you’re my best friend and I will always cherish you. I hope I get the honour of working with you in the future, I will still be your personal assistant if you want me to hang around and keep your shit organized and cook for you. I want to stay a part of your life, please don’t leave me behind.