To be quite honest, I don't really remember how long I've known you. I guess you could say that it's just because it feels like I've known you forever. Let's face it, you have been a part of my life longer than anyone else I've ever known. You helped me out of the shit that I was in, only to cause more shit later in the day. The only difference with that was that we both got to spend those crazy times together. You're the only one I'd want to sit in jail with for the shit we used to pull, really. I'm not really good with words. Usually I stumble over myself and become one clutter of ridiculousness all because I don't know where to begin and where to end. I guess it's strange that I'm writing this for you for your 22nd year instead of your 21st, but I think it makes more sense this year. A lot of things have been going on for the both of us so far this year, some which don't really need to be mentioned twice. What matters about these things, in my opinion, is the fact that we were both there to experience the laughs and tears together.
We were never good about being open with one another. From the beginning of our friendship up until now, we always were content with what we knew because it was like nothing really needed to be said at all; we just understood. I think that's what made us the perfect pair of friends. We understood without having to actually
understand. No one really seems to get why we are the way we are. Our fake lesbian romance is something only we will be able to grasp because nobody knows our relationship and what it's like in-depth, the way that we do. Really, people can get jealous or hateful all they want. It's not going to change anything as far as how I act around you and what I say.
Truth be told, I miss you. I miss living with you and I miss all of the arguments we used to get into over the stupidest things. I miss making you breakfast, lunch and dinner every day of the week and having our usual random spur of the moment urges to go out and just eat whatever was on a menu in a restaurant. I miss the days when I ate nothing but healthy foods and you made fun of me so much until I eventually cracked and started eating junk food with you. I miss Duke and his attempts to try and eat Petri on a daily basis. I miss coming home to find something missing, only to find that your horse had trashed yet another valuable possession of mine. I miss letting you borrow my beautiful monster and getting back to find a CD of the Spice Girls blasting through the speakers. NSYNC was also a part of that, don't think I'll ever let you forget it. I miss the days when you needed me and thought that I didn't need you anymore. To be quite honest, Benji, I do need you. I have always needed you. I may not have ever told you that before when you needed to hear it, but it's still true.
Something-teen years later with you living in an apartment of your own and I am married and expecting a gorgeous baby girl in a month. Even with you being so far away from me with you being as independent as you are, I miss you. Even with me living my happily ever after, I miss you. You are my platonic soul mate, and you always will be. You're one half of me that can never be erased, and I can assure you that that will never EVER change. I love you, B. I love you in a way that not many people will ever understand. It's just something that only you and I will understand. And I really don't mind it.
Happy Birthday, Sylver Benji Mooren. You are my best friend for life, and I hope you have the best day ever (even better than last year's).
Kherington
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