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Sunday, February 13, 2011

This post is dedicated to my BestFriend.

Dear Gayle,

To say that we've been through a lot together is well,
                                         
                                                                        an understatement.

We've been through hell and back, then back again! You are like a sister to me. You've seen me at my worst, and seen me at my best, and have never failed be there when I needed you. Remember all those times we thought certain things were cool...like passing notes to boys we liked instead of (wo)man-ing up and just telling them...making a music video based on a Backstreet Boy song for a project...and then there's high school, where I can't believe we actually got all into MUN, listening to blatantly flamboyant guys start off their speeches with, "KABAM!" (Okay, so maybe that was just one guy.)

...Aaaaaand let's not forget all the boys in between those awkward years and the less awkward years. Oh, boy...

This is the 22nd year of our lives. We're finishing college soon. College! And we're soon gonna be on our way to our careers....adulthood...and all the scary things that come with the territory.  I can honestly say that I would not be who I am, or where I am without you. You love me enough to tell me blatantly when I'm a) wrong, b) being an idiot, c) being unreasonable, or d) all of the above. And you love me enough to still love me whenever I do the same! I know that I can come to you with anything, whether be choosing an outfit to wear, of choosing between guys. Hell, sometimes we don't even need words--a simple glance is enough. You know me better than most of the people in my life...and you've still stuck around for all these years! Hehe...that's a feat in itself...but hey, what else are BestFriends for, right?

So, happy birthday to you. The most amazing, pure-hearted, honest, understanding friend I could ever ask for, who has this glowing, inspiring beauty, both inside and out. I love you!

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