Thank you for being you and for letting me be me. Thank you for letting me feel so much like myself when I’m with you. Thank you for not making me wear any masks or put on any fronts.
It is extremely important to live with somebody who you can bond with, laugh with, cry with, and grow with.
You’re not always in the same room when you need each other and you’re both having conversations in the dark with new people, but you can’t let this slip through.
I know who will be giving a drunken toast atop a table at my wedding, swaying with her drink in her hand and I know I will always have people in my corner to back me up, no matter what.
I’ve come to realize that you don’t put nearly as much as I do into this friendship.
Sibling loyalty isn’t bound by genetics, but by a feeling you have when you look at someone else. Like when you look at them it feels like home.
Distance and time isn’t an obstacle.
Not wearing your heart on your sleeve is admirable, but hiding our feelings from others limits our ability to connect with them. We’re not vulnerable. We’re just a face. A robot. We don’t really end up knowing each other.
As much as you love your friends back home, it is a refreshing feeling to find out you have the ability of making friends elsewhere.
Being around a fighting couple is the adult equivalent of riding in the car while your friend and their mom are fighting over not being able to go to the amusement park or whatever.