You probably don't remember
The day we met
I will be honest
I don't remember anything before age ten
That day all those years ago
It wasn't magical
Our friendship didn't happen instantly
Sometimes I wonder how we even became friends
You were a year younger than me
You were not my best friend
At least not instantly
There must have been an exact moment
A word, a phrase
How I wish I could remember
That exact moment
I wish I wasn't so distracted
I would rather talk to you
Then talk to my family
Because I know that even if they abandon me
You will never give up on me
We may not agree all the time
Okay, we rarely agree
But I enjoy our friendly arguments
More than you would think
And in ten years from now
We might not be here
Fuck it, we might not be here tomorrow
Any second it could all end
So while I'm still alive
I'm going to raise a figurative glass
To my best friend
And say:
Fuck you, bitch, those were my nachos
