ugh bby. stop being so perfect.

K time to get sad and emotional xoxo just roll with it and it'll all be over soon

When I have a shit day, I listen to your songs on YouTube. You always know what to say. You have about sixty thousand talents on top of being ridiculously beautiful and kind and sweet and interesting and strong. You don’t let people push you around or tell you what to do. You get embarrassed about the silliest things but you always tell me about them anyway because you can tell me anything and I can tell you anything. I can tell you about all the stupid things I do and think and feel and I can cry and I can sound like a child and that’s okay because you’re still gonna be there for me. And when you get scared or sad or think you messed up or think something else is messed up you know, no matter what, I’m always gonna be here for you too and I don’t care how cliche or stupid or gay that sounds because you are my best friend, you are the only person I can trust wholly and with everything and who knows pretty much every secret I’ve got to tell. Sometimes we judge each other and tell each other that we’re being stupid or making a mistake and being a complete douchewad but that’s okay because it’s true. And we need to hear it. And there’s few better people to hear it from, lemme tell you. You are my best friend and I love you and I don’t know what I’m going to do without you I don’t know how I’m going to go months without being able to drop by your house or get on your case for knocking and not just walking in because sometimes you forget even though I hate doing it at your house which is probably just as annoying. But I’m not Alex and I’m not anyone else who moved away and stopped calling and talking and acknowledging each others existence because no matter what you will always be my best friend. I think we’ve gone through enough to prove that. I love you, Em. You are the best friend I have ever had.