Dear My Person,

I've never had a lot of friends. I surround myself with a few people I hand picked, people that inspire me, that make me laugh and support me. Some of these people are a couple of states away, or they're living with me. Some of these aren't people aren't even people.

I've also never had a lot of romantic relationships. I didn't have time. I was traveling, I was rodeoing, I was spending time with friends. I was doing me. Eventually, you crept back into my life, a person I had known for several years, a person I had a running joke with about eloping and honeymooning in Brazil. I referred to you as my 'husband,' and my roommate made a bet right away that someday we would get married ("Oh, the irony!" she would say.) Because I never planned on settling down -- and now, I won't have to.

I promised myself I would never settle, never sacrifice my passions, goals, and dreams for a relationship, especially at a young age. And this was never a problem. No one tied me down, and within days of knowing me anyone that tried, certainly gave up.

You quickly became My Person. We were romantic, but we were so much more than that. I told you everything and I wanted to spend every waking moment with you. People said this would pass; we were in the honeymoon phase!

A year and a half later and this hasn't passed. We're living together and if anything, it's gotten worse.

'Oh, you'll live together and get tired of each other,' they would say. It has yet to happen.

Mom always said not to choose favorites, but you're it. You're my favorite everything.

You are my best friend. You are who I want to make French Toast and bacon with in the mornings and who I want to come home to at the end of the day. All of the hardships that are to come, I want to have them with you. I could use all the clichés in the book and it still wouldn't do it justice.

The best thing about you is the way you understand me. And the patience you have with me. We can talk about anything and we can talk through everything. My favorite thing is that we can disagree. We see eye-to-eye often but not always. And that's okay.

As similar as we are, we still embrace our differences. You support my writing. You'll read everything I write. You're my biggest fan and my biggest critic. You understand what's important to me and you support my passions.

As with any person, we developed inside jokes right away and now we have inside jokes on inside jokes. Our shared appreciation for "How I Met Your Mother" still persists, from the very first date until now.

So thank you for being My Person, my best friend.

Sincerely,

Me.