Pretty much, I love my friends. I love that a fake, plastic WWE Championship belt put a huge smile on one of my best friends' faces and he is almost 20. I love that three of my best friends, who happen to be guys, were watching The Notebook together and they all like that movie. I love that my roommate and I don't have to say a word, just share a glance, and can crack up laughing. I love that we all tease each other, but at the end of the day we all love each other. I love that, even if they won't say it out loud, I know my boys have my back. I love how my best friends see me at my worst and still hang out with me. They have seen me cry, they have seen me laugh. They have seen me angry, they have seen me happy, and they have seen me sad. They have seen me pout and they have seen me beg. They have seen me in sweats, in my pajamas, in athletic clothes, school clothes, and dresses. They have played football with me. They have played Guitar Hero with me. We've watched chick flicks, horror movies, comedies, and action movies. They have comforted me when I was upset, made me laugh and told me I would be alright. They have pushed me to tears, but apologized afterwards. They have listened to me worry, they have listened to me rant. They have sat through my rambling while I was trying to figure myself out. They have hugged me when I needed it most, given me the advice I needed to hear, but not always wanted. They have been there for me as I have discovered who I am, and they have accepted me. Basically, my best friends are the most amazing people in the world. I am so lucky to have such awesome people around me. They make me a better person, they show me that I am human, and they let me live my life. If any of you are reading this, I love you, and thanks for everything.
See you on the flip side,
T
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