Dear beautiful bottomless pit of love letters,

I would like to acknowledge the existence of my best friend in the world.

Her name is Catherine and she's made of sunshine. She writes letters to people she's never met and she loves the rain. She wears boy's shoes and dances in her basement. She is in love with the sound of cellos, and her eyes light up when she laughs. 

So I hereby disprove that "just friends" is "just" anything. Love is not wanting to make out with someone. It is waking up every morning and thinking about their heartbeat.