To my best girl, You really left me with the impossible task of making a speech at your funeral, didn’t you? Classic you. Even now, you’re bossing me from wherever you are. We were close in a way that words almost can’t capture. The kind of friendship where one look meant everything. The kind where silence wasn’t awkward - it was safe. You knew me. Really knew me. And somehow still chose to stick around. I’ll miss the little things: our inside jokes no one else would get, the way we laughed at things too ridiculous to explain, the comfort of just sitting together and knowing we weren’t alone. You were kind, funny, brave, and soft in ways people don’t always notice right away. You cared so fiercely for your friends, even when life wasn’t easy. We were supposed to have more time. That hurts. But even in the time we had, you made me stronger, happier, and more aware of how important it is to cherish every laugh, every hug, every ridiculous moment. And just so you know - you succeeded. Everyone here is emotional. Not just because we’re hurting. Because we loved you. Because you mattered. And because you’ll always matter. I’ll carry you with me. In every quiet moment. In every laugh that reminds me of you. In every part of my life that’s better because you were in it. My best girl. Always.