For my MA in SP- if you are reading this, you already know for a fact that I’m talking about you, because those are my nicknames for you in texts. And the best part is, you can ask me about it and get the truth, and I will tell you that it’s me. I will never lie to you, because you’re my best friend. We are always honest with each other. You know more about me than anyone else, and I know you inside-out. I see through your facade, I see through your smooth talking and your charms. But oh, how they make me fall to my knees.

From the first time I met you, I thought you were gorgeous. You got me with the eyes. OOooooh,those eyes. Blue like a clear ocean. And that smile. Perfect and genuine. You gave me a nickname within a day of meeting me. You’re the only person who could ever match me trivia question for trivia question, movie line for movie line. I love how you laugh when you really think something’s funny. I love how you send me random pictures of you going out, and how I’m going to be the first person other than your co-workers to see you in your new uniform. I’m still waiting for that picture, by the way. I’m sure it will be gorgeous. So why don’t you believe in yourself? Why do you think that you’re worth nothing? It hurts me to ever see you depressed. I know that you’ve gone through so much in your life, more things than I could ever imagine. I am here for you, and I always will be.

M, I know it’s wrong, but sometimes, I genuinely think about what could happen if I left him and we ended up together. And all I see is happiness. I don’t think that we could work right now-we both still have growing up to do, and a lot of it. We are both on the same page in our lives, which is another thing that fascinates me about you. I would be interested to see if we could work together, because as best friends, we are fantastic.

I love the way that you care about me. I love the way that you let your prospective girlfriends know who I am and how much I mean to you so that they don’t have an issue with me. I love how you kissed my forehead that one time and made me melt. I love how you kissed me the night that I left. I love how you kissed me the morning after the unspeakable night. I love how you catch me when I run into your arms and hold me tight, hugging me, like you never want to let me go. I love your sarcasm. I love your listening skills. I love you. And I may be in love with you.

Maybe one day we will be together and find out what we could be. But until then, and even if we don’t end up together, I know that we will always remain best friends. And I am okay with that. But deep down, a selfish part of me hopes that, if I do leave him, you will be waiting, and wait for me while I stay single for a bit and figure myself out, and take the journey with me. Whatever happens will happen-we cannot control it. But I care for you and love you more than anything. You make me smile every day. M, you are my world.

Love your BFF, CH