My random ramblings

Best friend

Pretty sure at some point, everyone claims that their best friend is the very best friend that anyone could have. And let me tell you that, that is the best feeling ever... just being able to look at your best friend across a crowded room and without saying a word and just absolutely bursting out laughing. Everyone is staring at you, they probably think you're insane. But, you don't care... you know why you two are laughing who cares.
   But let me tell you something, I'm pretty sure my best friend is the most amazing person in the whole world.  She literally is like my sister. We may not have known each other our whole entire lives like others, but it's the quality of the time we've known each other, not the quantity. I love her to death, she is my person. (You know, like Meredith grey and Christina yang from Greys anatomy.) it's almost like she looked at me one day and decided I was a crazy idiot, and she wanted to be a crazy idiot with me. I honestly have no idea how we became friends, all I know is that she is in my life now and that's all that matters.
   We may have our ups and downs, but... all friends do, but we always go back to normal after some time away from each other. There's some times we don't agree on stuff, but that's ok, we aren't the same person.
   I really want to tell her how much she really has impacted my life, but I really don't have the words to really reflect it. I'm no good with words, and every time I know I the words, my mind goes blank. But what some of you don't know is how supportive she is, she may have her own opinion on something, but if she sees that it's really important to you then she will support you no matter what.
   In fact, let me tell you a story about that. When I was in school, I was having a lot of trouble with balancing school along with having  trouble with some mental issues I had and I was thinking about either dropping out and getting my GED or just transferring to a smaller school so I could work at my own pace. Anyway, as soon as I told her the news of that, of course she tried to talk me out of it, but then she really saw what it was like on my end being stuck in school.
   She helped me all she could when she had the chance, staying up with me at night while I cried to her over text when I was having a panic attack, or just trying to motivate me to get through a full school week, telling me that it was almost Saturday, and I knew that if I could make it to Saturday, I was going to feel better.
   Saturdays are my favorite days of the whole entire week. Because that means I get to go go do something I absolutely love. Photography. And not just any photography, action photography. Miles is a cheerleader, and when she has practice on Saturday mornings I usually tag along and use that hour to practice taking action shots. I've also been tracking the team's progress.
   I want to take this time right now to explain to Miles what she means to me, now that I have the words at my fingertips...
    Dear  Miley Twiggy,
Even though your nickname was an autocorrect fail, I still think it suits you well. No one else will ever begin to understand how that happened, or how hard that text made me laugh right after I sent it m. To this day, I still can't believe you still have that conversation saved in your phone.
   I hope you know you're like my adopted twin not just because we act the same sometimes, or that we legitimately pretty much are the same age, but also because we are so close and it really means a lot to me that you understand me better than anyone, and sometimes you understand me better than I do.
   But sorry for my rambling, but I really wanted to tell you this. Thank you for all those nights you stayed up with me on the phone with me while I cried to you about stuff that was bothering me. I mean you didn't have to do that... you could have told me to suck it up and go to sleep. But you didn't. You literally sat up with me listening to what I had to say. And never once did you complain to me that you lost sleep on those nights, never.
   Thank you best friend for making me laugh until my sides hurt and until I cried. And if laughing that much burned calories, I would have 6-pack abs by now.
   Thanks for all our funny late night conversations and our lunch time vlogging sessions. The inside jokes that no one will understand and the stupid names we came up with for stuff. To the notes passed to each day their in between classes during the day.
   But what I really want to say is, thanks for taking me under your wing and showing me how to handle some things on my own, or motivating me to follow my dreams and to be a batter person.
   Love,
   Jax