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my best friend.

she's been there when i need her, and when she needs me, i'm there for her. we've known each other for close to seven years already (well, it has been that long) and when she needs someone to talk to, i pretty much fit the bill of the great listener.

and when all's done, i try to give my best advice -- which reminds me, i should take anytime like now -- when she solicits it from me. and she does the same for me, and it's been like that ever since we knew each other. i know she's a very good friend, and i know that people would benefit from a friend like her.

she's better than a girlfriend actually, we've been with each other with every up and down our collective lives have gone through. time passes, people come and go, and the first person i'll look for when the day is over is my friend. i look out for her as much as i can, and i do my best to be the best friend i could be for her. with all that said, i love her dearly.

she's not like any other person i've ever met (or known for that long). she's special, and she knows it. she is special to me, because she is special as is, and what i've asked for i got. i couldn't ask anything more from my dearest friend, mapet.

mapet, this one's for you. thanks for being there when all else fails -- and i would never forget the countless mugs of coffee and the number of meals we've had with each other. maybe when all this is over, we should talk over beers instead. :D

thanks for being my best friend. @};-

still chillin'...

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