Not that I'm getting carried away or anything...
To my boo Banyalah,
It's been a great few years. I'll admit that when we first met I was a little unsure & I actually thought that I probably wouldn't be hanging out w/ you too much. That was before our second day in the dorms when you locked yourself out of your room (twice) & ended up sleeping in mine, eating every meal together, our late night study/dance sessions in every study lounge- especially the ones w/ the big comfortable armchairs, & living pretty much in our own little world. Sounds like I'm writing a love letter. But, I guess in a way I am. I love you for picking me up & sticking w/ me through some tough times in my life & being there to experience some of the happiest times as well. I couldn't ask for a better person to be there through this rollercoaster of life that I'm so good at creating for myself. If I was gay (which I'm not. Swear.) I would totally have the hots for you because you're one of a rare breed that is truly nice, genuine, & brutally honest. You're a beautiful person in & out; I feel so privileged that I have you around...especially to cockblock. Hahaha. Or, well, scold me from time to time for my stupid decisions. Even though I'm older than you & in terms of life experience I've gone out more, you're still like my big sister because you're so patient, forgiving, & I know I can always call you whenever. I love that we're the only ones that find stupid stuff hilarious when most people would blankly stare at me for thinking something like that was even slightly humorous. Anyways, I look forward to spending about half the week you this semester! Thanks so much for everything, I don't know where I'd be without you. I know I haven't been the best friend that you've always been for me but I'm working on it, you deserve it.
BFFFFFFFFF4lyfe
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