I disliked you from the moment I met you. In your shiny silver shirt, your spiky, stiff hair, your loud ass eleven-year-old mouth, your cocky little attitude. I thought "who the heck is this doofus? can he go away already?"
I usually pride myself on my first impressions. They're usually spot on. I was dead wrong with you.
That shiny silver shirt wearing kid turned into one of my greatest friends. One of my greatest allies in this life.
You walked through the fires with me, laying down the pavers when the ground got too unbearable, allowing me to hop through just a little bit easier and a lot more fun with your help. Thank you for being such a good friend for so many years. Thank you for always being there with a big Leif hug, a joke that's not even funny but somehow ends up hilarious purely because it came out of your mouth, sweet words of encouragement and a sort of wisdom that only you possess. You are one of my greatest friends in this life.
Thank you & I love you.