my best friend

sometimes, I think no one can be truly strong but when I think of her those thoughts are gone; her smile and laugh, the way she can just live so happy and free, but yet so deep; can you not see? or is it just me. How I hope and pray for a guy just a little like her in this shortlife because she makes me feel like I belong, never alone, just loved she's my best friend; my backbone and biggest support, my rock, my home, the reason I laugh, without a doubt, my other half. If this ever ends I don't think I'll be able to survive because every day I'm with her, she makes me feel so alive