Promise

We can sit out on the driveway for hours on end sucking our Fla-Vor-Ice pouches and remain completely entertained. We gain the upmost satisfation out of the simplest things like slapping eachothers' hands on the desk or walking through bushes on the way home. We have created a new holiday: "Best Friend Day" and celebrate it about once a month, and we now consider one another "The Other Half."
Me and my best friend can get a good laugh out of just about anything in any situation. We go together like puzzle peices unfailing in our efforts to fit together pefectly and stay together for life.
As many people know:
we are neighbors
we can be hilarious
crazy
sarcastic
and sometimes even a bit out of control.
But the truth of our relationship lies in what others fail to see everyday. Our friendship is a promise.
A promise that no matter what happens, no matter who walks in or who walks out, no matter how many times we screw up or fall down... we have one another. always.
I know, and I know he knows that this promise will follow us throughout the rest of our lives.
I know he will be by my side walking out of high school for the last time. I know I'll be able to look over at him (for a last minute approval) before I say, I Do. I know I will be Auntie Laura to his adopted son Marshall. And I know when I'm old and senile and drooling in a cup, he'll be the guy with the big glasses and fake teeth in the wheel chair whose room is just across the way. He will always be there for me, and I will always be there for him...
promise. <3