Words cannot describe my best friend.

But i guess i can try.

Shes kind, funny, caring, smart, way pretty, crazy, wierd, spontaneous, musician, comedian, artists, individual, open minded, good moralled, strong, supportive, completely her own person, sweet, innocent.

and she loves cheese

Today i guess i realized. Haha. After 15 years of constant reminders that all i needed was in a 5'1 brown eyed brown haired girl named sam.

I lied. Actually. I realized it 3 days ago. When i was crying so hard. When i was hurting so bad. When every inch of my body swelled up and i wouldnt let anyone in. She snuck herself in there. Somehow someway. But then again. She knows me better than anyone else.

I am sure she doesnt know my favorite color. or my favorite food. Most people say a best friend SHOULD know those things. Those things change day to day, week to week.

What she knows is forever permanent. And thats how to make me smile the widest, and laugh the hardest, and cry tears of joy. I've only cried tears of joy for her. Thats saying a hell of a lot right there.

Happiness is what we make it. The absence of happiness is not even really exsistet. We make ourselves happy. Therefore when something upsets us, we are the only ones who can say "hey, i am alright" and be happy again.

I just guess...this time. i needed a little help from my friends.

Especially Sam Breaux. The best friend i've ever had. Or ever will have for that matter.