Blonde hair, green eyes;
Who might this be,
You ask?
My best friend.
Fourth grade
Is when this all began.
So many memories
In such a short time.
Endless inside jokes
That no one else would ever understand,
Laughing at absolutely nothing
For hours on end,
The piles and piles of notes
Hidden deep in the depths of our backpacks,
Doing whatever we please
Just because
We can.
To some,
This friendship may seem perfect,
But no matter how great,
It still holds flaws.
Through the fights and the tears
She has never let me down.
We've dealt with more
Than even the most
Admirable dreamers could not imagine.
We've been there through it all.
We shall continue to have
The times of our lives
And never letting,
What may seem to be,
The most challenging of obstacles
Get in our way.