"If I murdered someone she's the person I'd call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor. She's my person." Thank God for that little girl with the evil smile that I chose to become friends with in the 3rd grade. 10 years of friendship and luckily we haven't killed each other (yet).

I have so many best friends, and for that, I consider myself lucky. But we all have that one person. Most of my friends went away to college, and I was afraid to be alone. But I never was. From working together to running errands to talking on the phone for hours (without a second of silence), I had someone there my entire freshman year.

From failing my first algebra test to boys who weren't who I thought they were, you listened to everything I had to say (kind of, you have a severe case of selective hearing). You always know what is best for me, and you tell me whether I like to hear it or not. I know on my wedding day you're the one that's going to have to sit with me as I rethink my decision. No one has ever understood me better. Not in an emotional way, more like you can order for me at a restaurant (you know damn well I want chicken fingers) or pick out a boy for me at a bar.

I know we're not the type of best friends who like to show their love for each other, but everyone knows it's there. You will forever be the most honest, funny, smart, caring person in my life. I will never be able to thank you for that. What I can thank you for is midday CVS runs, 6-hour shifts together when all I do is complain, sharing clothes even though we are totally not the same size, telling me when I look stupid, debating over matte lipsticks and so much more.

You'll never hear me say this again so cherish it now, but I love you til the end of time and you will always be my sista. You'll always be the Peyton to my Brooke, and the Lola to my Hannah Montana (even though we fought about who was who.) Thank you for everything you've done and will continue to do for me.