I hope that one day when I’m lying on my death bed, I’ll look back at the times I spent with you as a teenager and I’ll smile because you made me who I am. You are a part of who I am. The drunk nights in the woods and the reckless days exploring. I will look back and be happy that even when I wanted to die, there were moments I was so high off adrenaline and happiness that nothing else mattered. You have given me so many stories to tell and I will never get tired of writing new ones with you. So when the time comes, when it’s time for me to take my final breath, I will be thankful that I grew up with you.