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love, love, loveeeeee<3

love, love, loveeeeee<3

So there’s this chick,

Her name is Kellie.

She seriously is mybestfriend. I can’t think of another person that I can be around 24/7 and not get tired of. She’s the only girl I know that isn’t full of bull shit, and doesn’t sugar coat anything. She does things for so many people all the time and hardly anyone seems to notice, I’ve even said this before.

I don’t know what’s going on with her right now, or why. But I wanted to let her know I love her and would seriously die without her.

I moved to Alabama in 7th grade. Like the second day of school I was introduced to the madness that is Kellie. Ever since we’ve been best friends.

I moved my 8th grade year, there was something I refer to as “Red Robin Night,” it’s the night before I left where I loved the most. I had said bye to all my closest friends, turned around one last time and saw Kellie crying.Kellie…crying.I hadn’t really seen that many times before, I lost it. I became hysterical with tears. Not because of my boyfriend crying, not because of my other friends crying, but because of my BEST FRIEND crying.

I’ve had decisions to make, I hate where I’m living and my parents wanted to move to West Virginia. My dad asked me the reasons why I wouldn’t want to move. I told him one reason; if we moved I knew I would be far, far away from one of the most important things in my life. Kellie. (I say this all in the most non homo way possible) You can ask my family, that was my reason for not moving. Not because of friends I’ve made, or my boyfriend now, but because of the one person who’s consistently alwaysbeen there for me.

Kellie is the girl my family adores as if she was their own. She’s one who’s family doesn’t even noticed how great she is. The girl that boys don’t appreciate enough, and her own friends including ME, don’t appreciate enough.

I try my best to do things for her, scrapbook with our best memories, and a surprise party. Little things that I can do when I actually get to visit. If I lived there I know I would do much more. Cause she’s always giving, but when is she ever receiving?

I don’t know what’s going on with her but I want her to know I love her more than anyone I know. I don’t show her a lot how much she means to me, but she means more to me than anyone I’ve ever met. If I could come see her now I would, she is definition of best friend.

It’s time I show my appreciation. Kellie, I love you darling. You’re the only reason I love Alabama.