At the end of the day, its always the small things that reveal the big things and

its always the

small things that matter.
Wrap your arms around me, Ill wrap my arms around you, and for just a little while, we can
pretend the rest of the world doesnt exist. For a little while, we can disappear.
Now thats what I call magic.
This is an important lesson to remember when you're having a bad day, a bad month, or a
shitty year. Things will change: you won't feel this way forever. And anyway, sometimes the
hardest lessons to learn are the ones your soul needs most. I believe you can't feel real joy
unless you've felt heartache. You can't have a sense of victory unless you know what it means
to fail. You can't know what it's like to feel holy until you know what it's like to feel really fucking
evil. And you can't be birthed again until you've died.
You've earned the prestigious title of being my person, and I'm sorry to break it to ya, but now
you're stuck with me forever. Here's the thing: I didn't ask for you, I didn't see you coming, and
looking back I'm not even sure when you actually became my person, but now when I look at
my life, I couldn't imagine it without you.
I should probably tell you thank you for at least some of the things that I actually am so grateful
to you for, but would never tell you in person. Sothank you for being there for me through it all
the good, the bad, and the really ugly. When I've gone through some of my worst days, you
were there. You didn't even have to say anything. I wasn't looking for some incredible pep talk or
advice, but just you being by my side to lift me up at my weakest was all the help I needed.
Thank you for continuing to stay my best friend even after you've seen how much of a weirdo I
am (and you're welcome for staying your best friend once I found out that you're even weirder
than me). Thank you for never leaving when everyone else has. Thank you for never judging
me. Thank you for telling me what I needed to hear, even when I didn't want to hear it. Thank
you for keeping me grounded. Thank you for being my other half, my best friend, my sister, my
person.
Let me put the sappiest stuff aside for a minute and talk about a real struggle that I've
discovered throughout the duration of you being my person: doing things without you really
sucks, for a lack of better words. No matter what it is, you're always down to do the craziest
things that any other person wouldn't even dare to do with me. You're my fun friend, my downass b*tch, literally my partner in crime. I'm pretty sure we'll be 80 years old, sitting in our rocking
chairs, drinking a $15 case of Natty Ice, laughing at all of the dumb things we've done and
wondering how we never spent the night in jail together because of them.
When it all comes down to it, no amount of words could describe the unique relationship that we
have, which is what makes it so genuine, and no amount of "thank you's" could describe how
grateful I am to have a best friend like you. You're the Cristina to my Meredith, the lime to my
tequila (or the lemonade to my blue UV), the Kourtney to my Khloe, the best to my friend. Thank
you times a million for being my person.
Hate you sometimes.

Love you always,

Your Person