I'm not sure you'd think I'd write another one of these heart felt chapters about you, but every time I think back to the times where we were younger and barely knew each other till this point I cry. I cry because I'm unbelievably happy that you're in my life and not some bullshit friend that would just leave me. Our friendship has never failed or even broken. I honestly don't have the words to formulate what I want to say. I was just watching one of the duets on musical.ly that you made and I just cried. Why did I cry? I cried because I love you so much that I know it's never going to end. We accept each other's flaws and everything else along with it even when things like boys, old enemies, or friends intervene.
Have you ever wondered why we have never truly had a fight without laughing at the end of it?
I think it's because God put us here to support each other whenever and without pressure or anger from outside things or other people. I don't know if maybe you do have some angst against me or something. I would like to think, if you did I could tell, but truly we know a crapload of shit about each other but at the same time don't know jack shit about each other.
It's ironic. I don't have to say I love you! To know that you love me and I love you in the same way we have for years. I don't have to fear for fighting with you because it always ends in a laugh. I don't have effortlessly try to please you for you to stay the way we are with each other.
We're real and we know if shit happens shit happens. We've been through so much shit in our lives, yours probably worse than mine, that we connect on a certain level and understand each other completely but at the same time question each other within that understanding.
You are my sister, my best friend, the other half of me. You are true, honest, and just. You are amazing, beautiful, and honestly and truly perfect.
And if we hadn't met in that little private school about a decade ago, I know I would have met you somewhere in this world one day. Maybe at a bar, where we would fight over who's hot and who's not while gawking at plenty of hot drunken men. Maybe at a mall, where we would fight over the same pair of jeans even though there are plenty of the same jeans on the rack. Maybe at a car dealership, where we'd argue which car is better than the next. Whichever one, I know if in fact, we didn't meet in that school, we would have met in another place and time. I'm so lucky to have met you and even have you as my best friend and so much more.
Honest to God, I love you with all my heart.
Chelsey H.
