Rock

Drama Queen,
The show's all for you. You often complain about the fact that I never write about you. I'm sorry. You're too charismatic for your own good, I don't need to describe you anymore.
Shoutout to you for being my rock when I want to lean against the quicksand of life. Also, thanks for checking out for me, because you know how unsocial and snobbish I am.
I'm always touched by the fact that you don't give up on me even when I'm being completely insufferable, and this admission is completely choking my pride. True love, eh?
You make up for my lack of girlfriends in life, and boy am I grateful for that. Our conversations are generally smashing, and please stop bringing up my height when I catch you at a weak point in a discussion. It's time you stopped being so immature.
I want us to stay just the way we are, and who knows, I might even call you to my wedding.
That is, if you promise not to wreck havoc that day by making abysmal declarations.

Yadayada, I guess I'm fond of you after all.

Stay, alright?

~Your best friend.