I love them because of all the fun times we've shared. I met them both in 2006 and my, my, my the changes we've all gone through. I feel like I've known y'all my whole life. We've grown together.
I love them because in the few instances of potential crappy times, we talked things through and said "I love you".
And I love them because no matter the hour, it's never an inconvenient time to call them, especially if I need an ear because I'm being a cry baby.
Chappie, I miss our daily heytells, texts, and our random Face Time chats in the middle of the night...mostly caused by me nagging you to wake up and "say hi to me". Which is never just a quick hello, because I usually try to keep you online longer. And I purposely do that when I know you have to be up early. ;)
I hope you're safe out there and I'll get around to sending you a care package soon! I'm sorry I've been a slackass.
Chap & I: July 2010Steph, I miss our SUPER LOUD conversations and going-back-and-forth playful arguments, the ones that are just us basically laughing so hard while cursing the other one out. I love how you remember every single story I've ever told you about my childhood -- you can recall every detail, and I'm always so impressed when you tell my stories back to me. Thanks for loving me so much that you pay attention to every word I say. :) I hope you know I'm listening to, every time. P.s. The letter you wrote me the other night, your emotional rant, is one of the new prized possessions in my life. And every word = why I love you, oh so much.
Me & Steph: June 2011It's because of the friendships like y'alls that I made in the military that make me so happy that I signed up in the first place. I got to meet the people that would have my back forever. It was friendship fate. (Don't think that doesn't include you too, Natty!)
You both spent the holidays away from your families and loved ones, I hope y'all know I was thinking about you here.
I miss you both and I'm praying every night for y'all. I can't wait to see you two punks again...hopefully at sometime this year.
I love you, Chappie. I love you, Steph. I love y'all, shitheads.
I was crying -a ton- in this photo. It was my going away (leaving Las Vegas) party and I knew I wouldn't get to see my best friends on a daily basis anymore. Moving sucks. Having your bffs scattered throughout the country sucks more. Thank God for phones and planes.
Chap, Me, Steph: July 2010