Dear best friends,
You girls mean everything to me. You are my rock, you are my support system, you are my partners in crime, you are my family.
I’m not sure it’s even possible to hang out together and have a mundane day. You can always expect the unexpected to happen when he hang out. Without fail, our seemingly regular day turns into an adventure and I really wouldn’t have it any other way.
I still haven’t figured out if its our dynamic together gets us in weird scenarios, or if we attract said weird scenarios, or if coincidentally we just happen to be in the right places at the right time every time. But it’s all these crazy situations that give us great stories to tell and reminisce on. Some we even take to the grave.
We have countless ugly pictures and strange videos that if ever went viral we would have to relocate. How many layers of chins can you fit into a selfie? A lot….more than normal…more than you think is humanly possible. And we’ve got plenty black mail photos to prove it to all future boyfriends. Including embarrassing stories to top it off.
Our families have become each other’s extended families. We eat dinner together, sometimes we go into your fridge cause we know where things are, and we bicker with your siblings like they’re our own. And we all mutually own each other’s pets. We’re around them so much your pets might not even know the difference between us and your actual family anymore.
We’ve seen each other at our best, and we’ve definitely seen each other at our worst. With ugly cry faces and makeup smearing. Not showered, unshaven, makeup-less, and bum clothes. Had we not known each other well, we could pass for a hobo to the public eye.
We’ve also been there through all of the heartbreaks and mental breakdowns throughout the years. We know what makes us tick, what our weaknesses are, and also how to turn it all around and cheer each other up.
Anybody that f*cks with our friends is going to have to deal with us afterwards.Thank you guys for picking up my broken pieces and helping me put them back together. You remind me how special I am whenever someone breaks my heart. After I vent, you remind me that I deserve a guy who appreciates and treats me as amazing as you guys do.
And then we laugh about how we’re going to punch them in the face and how all his other hoes are ugly. We’ll proceed to have a glass of wine and get weird and laugh hysterically until we cry and pee our pants (sometimes literally). I’ll forget why I was even heartbroken in the first place. How can I be so sad when I have such amazing, weird, hilarious friends? Do I even need a man??
And the same goes for all of you. Whenever someone breaks your hearts, I cannot begin to fathom what is wrong with them and how they can’t see what a f*cking delight you are. Seriously. And I will constantly remind you until it gets through to your thick heads.
And because of said bad experiences, any new future boyfriends or friends you make must go through our approval so that we can make sure they are good enough for you. We have high standards for each other, because we know how legendary we are.
Even if sometimes we get on each other’s nerves and we have our occasional misunderstandings, at the end of the day I know we will be best friends forever.
Plus, we all know what too much about each other at this point, so really we have no choice in the matter.
