My Person

I have this person. She's my best friend.
She's the best person I know.
She keeps me real.
She keeps me laughing.
She keeps me honest.
She keeps my heart
And she keeps it safe.

Sometimes words fail me,
Sometimes I speak thinking that we are one,
and that she knows exactly where my hearts at
cause she's holding it next to hers,
but I don't always remember that she doesn't always
understand me right away, that she can't read my mind,
even though so often I swear she can.
And sometimes, I don't communicate well.

I try, I really do, but I tend to fail.
But what I really want to say here is this.

I love her. She is my rock.
Knowing that she makes the world
a better place just by being in it,
makes every day better than the one before.
I am better because of her.
I trust her. Wholeheartedly.
With everything.
And that without her, everything is a little less bright.
Without her everything is just a little less.

I love her. She is my favourite and bestest. Always.
And that the safety and freedom in knowing that,
the certainty of that, is priceless and precious to me.