Perfectly Imperfect

My best friend is beautiful in every sense of the word. She is wonderfully daring and chaotically whimsical and leaves you guessing at every turn. She is desirable, yet hard to handle, and I'm pretty sure every girl wishes she were her. She has no filter, speaks her mind, and is not afraid of others opinions. She'll never step down from a fight, which makes us a dangerous pairing, considering I am wonderfully stubborn as well. Together, we are unstoppable. We will conquer the world one challenge at a time, and no one can stop us. We are invincible. We are unbeatable, and we are infinite. I know I can handle whatever life throws at me with a brave face, because I can turn to her and bawl when everything is going wrong. Life would be unbearable without her smiling face, and honestly I do not know where I'd be without her constantly keeping me in line. I'd probably be lost in some abandoned forest, or at the bottom of the ocean or something. Wherever I would end up, it certainly would not be the wonderful place I am in now. She has helped me become the person I think I am meant to be, and for that, I am eternally grateful.