An open letter from the bottom of TAI's heart:
Dear Best Friend,
I don't understand why we're still friends. I've been such a shitty friend over a girl who didn't want me, and you still never blamed me. I've begun realizing how much I poke fun at you, both to your face and behind your back. Yeah, you may have done some d**k things to me, but in the end, I've been a much worse friend. Yet here we are.
We've always supported each other, through the girls that didn't last, through the major changes in life. I'm practically a member of your family, as you are of mine. I know my father's given you as much sage advice as yours has given me. So now, 10 years down the line, we're still best friends. You get me, I get you. I don't know why, but it works. So here's to us.
Here's to the nights we've been excellent wingmen, here's to the girls we've loved and lost.
Here's to the times we've cried, the times we've lied, and the times we've paid the cost.
Here's to road tripping with my favorite ally, here's to listening to Pink Floyd on the nights we got high.
Here's to youth wasted while living it up. Here's to promise, potential and raising the pimp cup.
Here's to waiting and dating, to first kisses and first love. Here's to standing on the edge until you give me a shove.
Here's to sad goodbyes, chance meetings and hello. Here's to the first who dies, and the last one to let go.
Here's to our futures, bright and waiting to be penned. Here's to tomorrow, here's to me and my best friend.
· Tue Jul 15, 2008 @ 04:50am · 0 Comments