This is my bestfriend, Megan.

I guess our friendship started one day when she came up to me, crying her eyes out. We were barely acquaintances and her friends had betrayed her. We knew each other through a class we shared and she didn’t know who else to come to, so she came to me. Even though I hardly knew her, I encouraged her to let it all out and offered my shoulder. I just held her and told her that she was going to be okay. I had no idea how close we would end up being, that she would eventually become my best friend.

Words cannot even begin to describe how envious I am of her, appearance and personality-wise. She’s so sweet and bubbly and happy and perfect. Her cheekbones are to die for and she’s probably the nicest girl on the planet, contrary to what some people believe. She works so hard, she’s so dedicated and beautiful. I love her so very much. Everywhere we go, she turns heads left and right and no, not because she has a perfectly curvy figure or because she’s got the face of an angel but because she has this strong and beautiful aura. Sometimes I like to think of it as hot pink because she’s so fiery and alive yet the epitome of all things girly. This aura seems to attract people so easily. Every person we know adores her and every person she meets falls in love with her.

I guess you can say I’m envious because she’s everything I’m not… but not in a sense where I’d want to compete with her. She’s on her own level—no one can compete with her, and despite the female’s natural competition instinct, I know I would never try. She gives me hope in the female gender. Sometimes I question why she chose me as her bestfriend. Sometimes I feel like she deserves someone better than me.

I’ve heard quite a few people say that she “gets on their nerves” because she’s too happy. I disagree. Happiness is encased within her as a person, as a human being, like a fire that never goes out and I love that about her. Even when she’s suffering, she still has the most beautiful smile. I don’t understand why anyone would judge her for that or hate her for that. She’s honestly like a rose in a concrete garden and I admire her so much for her strength and persistence.

I know that other females and I don’t tend to mix very well but Megan honestly changed my life. I could never be mad at her or grow to hate her. She’s like a sister to me, one I’ve never had and I love her with all of my heart. I will always wish for better things for her, that she will always stay happy and wonderful as she always has been.