Dear Bestie,
My beloved BFF, I knew from the moment we met that this thing we had going was in it for the long run.
Thanks for not judging me for my music choices. You love me despite my addiction to Harry Styles’ man bun and the Jonas Brothers circa 2007. And in return I don’t judge you for all the middle school pictures I found when I backstalked you on Facebook.
I love you for keeping all our deep dark secrets. Like the fact that we pretend to ~tOtaLlY hAtE~ T-Swift even though our midnight dance sessions to Blank Space beg to differ.
Thank you for being the best Food Fairy around. Somehow a bag of Hot Cheetos or a skinny vanilla latte is waiting for me at home after I’ve had an all-nighter at the library followed by a day of gruesome midterms.
You are the only person I will engage in PDA with. Because I’m not above physically jumping on you when I see you walking to class.
You’ve seen me at my worst and still love me. You’ve seen me at my double-chinned – make that triple-chinned – ugly Snapchat and still love me.
And there’s no one else I would rather shack it with after a double date with Ben&Jerry and a crazy night of Netflix rom coms and Moscato.
Here’s to you, my sweet, extremely weird, and definitely not socially acceptable best friend!