Someone who'll send me home at 5:15 in the morning, telling me I'm loved, after we've been talking all night about our fears. Someone who lets me know I'm not the only one afraid of the shit I'm afraid of. Someone who reminds me that it is about me, not those people, me. The person who lets me cry the stupid tears that I cry for the stupid stupid people and the stupid stupid things I cry about.... This is my best friend. My best friend is my angel. My best friend will always be there for me, no matter what, no matter where, no matter when, and when nothing else matters. Thank you, God, for without my best friend, I have no idea where I would be right now.
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