my truest friend
I love you.
Not in a romantic way, but rather in a romanticized way.
youre the one who had "ice cold fingers that suck the life out of everything hey touch",
but you're also the one with the laugh to melt the cold away.
With the critical eyes looking for improvement.
With the good intentions and morals despite some of your friends'.
I love you.
Not in a romantic way, but as my sister.
I'll never want to say goodbye and I hope I never will.
From the first awkward hello.
To the very last hurrah.
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