I love you more than you will ever know. And it's no fair that as soon as I figure out who really cares about me and who doesn't, one of them has to leave. I told you I'm not going to make a gushy post or letter because I'm not going to cry but I'm already crying so fuck it. You were the only one who was genuine ad true. You brought me soup and coloring books when I was sick. You brought me my favorite kind of ice cream when I had my wisdom teeth removed. You bought me fuzzy socks and chocolate for Christmas because you know that's what I like. You reassured me when I thought the world was crumbling. You've made me laugh and love life again. You've challenged me to be a better person. You've held me while I've cried. You've tried countless times to assure me I'm loved. You encourage me in whatever I want to do. You pray for me. You worry about me. You've listened to my hours and hours and HOURS of boy trouble and never complained. You let me beat you up and make fun of you. And when I couldn't control my tongue you were still my friend. You listened to my depressed heart. You cared. You love me.
And that's why I'm not fighting for you to stay because you've always wanted the best for me, so now it's my turn to want the best for you no matter how hard it is. I fucking love you.
I am so proud of you. And yes I want to insert as many "so's" as I can into that statement to emphasize the fact, but sometimes just saying it is enough. I didn't think I've seen you grow up but you honestly have. You are confident and secure. You do what is right and you are always seeking God's heart. You can talk to anyone with respect and dignity and love even if we both know your true opinions about them. You act like a man which is weird for me to say, but you truly are the definition of one. I love you.
So Cheerio, my confidante; because everything else I have to say is just a jumble in my brain.
P.S. I'm screwed without you.
