Me Talk Pretty One Day

I cannot believe that it has been almost five years since we became friends. . and three since we became best friends because you thought I was weird and had awful hair. 

You have such a beautiful soul, and even when we fight and hate each other, and even when I write crazy run-on sentences, and even when I make cat and baby noises that make you want to slap me, you do slap me and move on. 
I will always be here for you. Always. If you need a friend, a back massage, a hand massage, a calf massage (this is a new one. I can’t believe you have a pet baby cow), or just someone who you know will always be up for Domino’s, I’m your girl. 
You will always be my best friend and I love you, not as a man loves a woman, but as a dear man-friend. 

I hope your nineteenth year is filled with excitement, fulfillment, and cheesy bread.