Dear Best Friend,

I think it's hard for you to understand

what you really mean to me.

You are comfort.

You are tea boiling hot on the stove,

the scent so gentle and unforgiving. 

You are magazines that I never seem to grow bored of,

stories seem new and exciting no matter how many times I've seen every page.

You are happiness.

You are mahogany wood candles, 

the burn on their little wick is sparkly and everylasting.

You are the way I feel after a good night's rest,

energetic and awake and ready to take on whatever might come next.

You are love.

You are my favorite book that I can't get enough of,

every word memorized but still more beautiful every time I read it again.

You are my warm, soft blue sweater that my mother gave me,

the color so bright yet so easy and fitting.

You are home.

You are the kindness I feel when you kiss my forehead,

so simple and common yet something I would feel so empty without.

You are what I see when I think of my future,

you are who I want around me for the rest of my life.

I hope you stick around.