I hope she believes me one day when I tell her how much I love her. That I love how she can wow a crowd so easily and still tell me how shy she felt the whole time.
I hope she believes me one day when I tell how absolutely stunning she is. That her bald head is just proof of how perfect God made her.
I hope she believes me one day when I tell her what an amazing artist she is. That I can only dream to write like her and capture emotions so raw.
I hope she believes me one day when I tell how amazing a friend she has been. That she dug me out of a pit once without even realizing.
I hope she believes me one day when I tell her she deserves the world. That the world will one day bend at her feet.
I hope she believes me when I tell her that she can ask for more. That she can demand more because she deserves it.
I hope she believes me one day when I tell her that it will get better. That it will all work out.
I hope she believes me one day when I tell her that she is stronger than she realizes, braver then she thinks. That she will get herself through this.
To my best friend, I love you, more than words can describe, more than love itself. To my best friend, I love you till the end of time. And so does Zayaan.