Cheers to 21 years...

To my best friend,
Who has been there through it all—
Even when I forgot to call,
Or accidentally kicked her in the face with that soccer ball.
It was a growing up of many firsts,
From 3rd grade poetry readings, to bad movies, to blackberry picking.
From braces, to boys, to proms.

We collected many friends along the way,
Some dear and others that may have strayed.
But we kind of always knew it would just be
The two of us.

I sometimes think that if we never met I would somehow strangely never feel completely whole. I would look at the people with best friends and be jealous that they found theirs.
We got it right at the age of eight—I guess I’m one of the lucky ones.

You were there to make me laugh when all I wanted to do was cry,
And you were there to call that one girl in math class a whore.
What else could a girl ask for?

So here’s to you, my Lizzie:
to your passion for life,
your bubbly,
sarcastic,
and genuine being;
my other half.

To a childhood I wouldn’t change the world for.
21. Wow.
Here’s to 21 more…♥