She Loves Me. She Really, Really Loves Me.

For Ivy.

Yes, she does.
From the heavens above,
To the width of the world,
She loves you.
She's never had a best friend like you.
You're different, she says.
You're like the flowers that bloom
To face the world once more.
She adores that about you.
She adores the strength that you possess.
We're the perfect match to take on the world.
We're Partners in Crime.
Our opposites attract in personality.
She likes that about us, she says.
I think she's jealous.
But who cares?
We're the One for each other, am I bluffing?
Screw those who say that we can't be together,
Because that's what's best friends are for:
We stick up for each other and give each other advice.
We're each others' bitch and pimp.
I love you, you love her.
That's how best friends are.
We take care of each other,
no matter how far we are from each other.
We hold hands so that we won't fall behind.
We slap each other so that we know we've done something wrong.
That's who you are-
The perfect best friend.
And it's true:
She loves you, indeed.
She really, really loves you.
And don't forget that.
Cause even God knows that,
Even if humanity doesn't possess that knowledge.
And one day, when we're old,
We'll sit on a bench and reminisce of our younger days.
Cause that's what best friends are for:
We never forget each other.