I loved you from fifth grade and I’ll love you till the day I die.
If I try to imagine a world without you in it, it's one of the most shitty worlds I've ever imagined. There are a few key years in the middle of my life that probably wouldn't have existed (and subsequently, all following years) if it weren't for you. Knowing that you were in my corner, that you always understood my fears, my wild thoughts, my big dreams, my boredom and my motivation, allowed me to carry on through those treacherous days, and far beyond.
You've reassured me on my most doubtful of nights, you've answered a thousand middle of the night S-O-S texts, you've been the one propping me up with your belief and your hope when I had none. You've walked behind me and beside me, every single step of the way since our little ten year old souls met. Thank you for being my ever constant confidant, my adventure buddy not afraid of a little bit of trouble, my encourager of all encouragers, my fellow realist, and my fellow deep thinking, soul searching, art loving, life giving best friend for years and years and years. You reminded me time and time again that the sun would always come, and most importantly, that I was always worthy of it.
The sun feels good, but it feels even better when I remember that you're standing in it with me. Always have been, and I know, always will be.
Thank you and I love you.
Oh and also, thank you for choosing Ellen. Sometimes I even like her more than you. ;)
Oh and also also, I can't wait to walk this next, adulthood adventure with you. What a crazy honor our teenage selves wouldn't have ever believed. Here's to so many more BrintonJohnEllenAllie weekends.