Cat, I could write fifty thousand more chapters as to why I love you so much. I could dedicate each one and write two thousand words on one word that describes you.

But I won't. You know why? Because I can't. I'm still discovering those words that describe you. For two years, I've discovered what I know about you. But the adventure that comes to being your best friend also means that I have many more years to continue to find words that describe you.

I want people to learn about you and get to know you in their own way. I refuse to have people read this and then try to say they know you. I believe that we all have a unique way of knowing a person, no matter how much it seems like people can know them the same.

I don't believe that anyone knows another person the same as them because everyone's mind works differently. I don't want people to claim that they know you, but only read what I wrote and didn't take the time to try to actually know you.

For those reading this, listen:

If you want to have fun, have an adventure, get a best friend, feel support and loyalty, talk to Cat. Get to know her in your own way. You'll create a thousand memories, and you'll cherish them as I do.

Cat means the world to me. She's someone I can't picture not having in my life.  She's been there when I've been at my lowest point, and I try to be there for hers. There's absolutely no way that I can describe her properly. If you become her best friend, you'll understand what I mean. I don't think she sees herself the way I see her, but please don't hurt her.

You'll never regret becoming her best friend. I know I don't regret it.

I love you, Cat. My sister, soul-sister, my best friend. Sisters from other misters.