I'm going to end up making a kick--ass book for you after I decide which book of the two I delete.
You're literally my best friend. You're gorgeous, god damn. Anyone who disagrees needs to talk to me and I can explain how your eyes are just the right color. How the light catches them just right in even the darkest rooms. I can explain how cute it is that you're just so small, so much shorter than me that I just have to lean down to hug you and even then your face is still in my chest. I'll have to explain how if I could listen to anyone talk forever, it'd be you because as cliche as it sounds, it's like talking to an angel. Maybe I'll go into detail about how fascinating it is to watch you talk, wow I'm a stalker, but when you talk you're stupid perfect lips just keep moving, you've seen people talk before. I'll probably describe how unusally soft your hair and skin are. You always smell really good, like coconut, I like coconut.
BUT, your're not only my best friend because you're so fucking gorgeous and small and adorable. You actually give a shit about me and you show it. Much better than anyone else has. You ask how I am, all the time. You literally are the only reason I'm not so stressed out all the time. I feel comfortable around you. I feel like I can be myself and like having emotions isn't looked down upon. You're just really perfect.
Now, I need to post this so I can stop sounding like I'm whipped, can you be whipped by a best friend? Eh, I probably am. I love you.
