She’s my best friend


A few pictures of the girl I wrote this for. She deserves the world.

She’s my best friend. I’ve only known you for about three months. I trust her, and I trust you too—to a certain extent. But I can never fully trust the man that holds the heart of my best friend. Because that is the most fragile part of her, and you are more than capable of breaking it. I will never forgive you if you do.

I know you, and I know you have no intentions of hurting her, but I can never be too cautious. She is the sweetest, most genuine person I have ever met. She deserves all the kindness in the world. She deserves the world. I know that you are capable of giving it to her. I believe that you want to give it to her. And you should because she deserves it.

She deserves everything.

Every day—every single one—she can’t stop talking about you. Her infectious smile shines bright, and her eyes light up because of you. You make her really, really happy. Every day, she texts me smiley faces. I know that they are going to be followed with something that you did that made her heart skip a beat. Something that you did that made her unable to focus and I appreciate you for it. You make her so happy. She deserves it.

She makes you happy too. I can see it in your eyes when you look at her and when you talk about her. I can see it through the text messages you send to both me and her. She makes you happy. I’d be shocked if she didn’t. I don’t know how that girl can make anyone feel anything other than happiness.

When you text me about giving her a hug, or how you don’t like the people who hurt her, I can’t help but smile. Because you prove to me that you care about her. You text me that something she did is cute, and I tell her—you know I do because I’m a snitch—and it puts a smile on her face. You put that smile on her face.

She is the sweetest, most genuine person I have ever met. She deserves all the kindness in the world.

But you’ve made her cry before. I’m not sure if you knew it, but you have and at the time, I hated you. I hated you for it, and I realize now that I was being a bit dramatic, but she’s my best friend and you made her cry. I know that you feel bad about it—I know you do because you’ve told me, but I also can’t help the part of me that will never forgive you for making her cry.

Despite that, I know that you make her happy, and you will continue to do so forever. I know that you are good for each other. I know that you don’t want to hurt her, but never forget that she is my best friend.

I keep saying that I know you. You know me too, and you know that she is one of the most important people in my life. You know how much I care about her. You know what I would do if you hurt her. I will never forgive you if you hurt my best friend. I like you, and I want you to be with her. But she’s my best friend, and I will never fully trust you. I can’t, not with her.

She’s my best friend, and I love her, so you better treat her the way she deserves. The way you treat her right now because right now, you treat her like a princess. And that’s what she deserves. So, I really hope you continue treating her that way, because I will never forgive you if you stop. I will never forgive you if you hurt her. She’s my best friend.