I think I kinda have lots of best friends. When I was little I really really wanted one true "best" friend who thought I was her best friend too. And we could buy a plastic heart shaped necklace that split into two pieces and one girl could have "best" and the other got "friend".... or BE, FRI and ST, ENDS..... Anyway, the closest thing I got was in 2nd grade when I became really good friends with a girl in my class named Brittney. She and I had the same coat with fur on the hood, except hers was light blue and mine was pink. Then 3rd grade came and we grew apart. Then I got older and had lots of other friends, but nobody to call my best friend. But then I met my future hubbs, and my life got better than it was before. So, even though it's cheesy, here goes:
Mike,
Thanks for being my best friend. You are the one I want to spend all my free time with. You're the one I laugh the most with. You me for who I am and loves me for my flaws. I'd rather hang out and talk with you than anyone. And, even if we're doing nothing, it's still fun.
Remember that time we had a baby girl? That was super cool. And the time we had a baby boy? Also super cool.
I'm glad that you're you and that we get to be besties.
Much love,
Wendell
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