that we can look at each other, not say a word, and know exactly what the other is thinking.
our inside jokes. (The bra is on the cow’s head.)
the Dollhouse, Buffy, and everything else marathons.
how awesome of a writer you are.
your sense of humor. (Gubba.)
that you are my little sister.
your (stubborn) determination to do well in school and to not miss school (even when you’re sick).
when you listen to me rant and rave about the same stuff, over and over again, as if you’re hearing it for the first time.
when you remind me that I’ve already bitched about something and tell me you don’t want to hear it anymore.
that you have welcomed Michael as a part of the family and love him almost as much as I do.
the ginormous purses you wear, buy, and barely use.
our differences, in music, men, food, etc.
the things we have in common.
how good you are with Katarina, even though you insist you don’t like kids.
when you stick up for me, even when we both know I’m wrong.
that you understand everything, even if you’ve never experienced it.
that I can tell you anything without being afraid of being judged.
You’re my best girl friend. I love you.
