Heather, or Heaboos as I love you call you, you are (or at least are one of) my soul mates. And not in the "oh I'm in love with you let's go be romantic together" kind of way; a vastly different kind of way. We've known each other for what, 15 years now? And despite all the stuff we've been through and experienced together, I know for a fact that I honest to god love you as the person you are, and the person you will continue on to be. I don't even know how I know, I just do. It's the most purely platonic love I've ever had for a person and it's something I can trust will stick around. As horribly cliche this as this sounds, you legitimately understand me. Like every inch of me. I don't even have to tell you every detail of my life for you to understand me, you just do. I know we don't see each other often, but truly, since we last hung out, I've come to realize you are damned important to me (not that I've ever not thought that, but it kind of just hit me how much you really mean to me). Never have I ever felt judged by you or disappointed in you or anything. We've always been able to be entirely honest with each other, and no matter what happens, things always seem to work themselves out between us. I can only hope you get to read this, but I love you Heather, and in the least homosexual way possible (though marrying you would be lovely I'm sure). You have greatness within you lovely, and I know you'll make it far. I can only hope I get to stay the bestests of friends with you through the process. Keep on being you love!