Thankfulness (Emily Hawkins is the bomb)

I don't think it will come to a surprise to anyone that the person I'm thankful for in the class is Emily. Emily Hawkins. There's really no way that this won't come off as a love letter to Emily so I'll stop fighting it and just embrace it.

Dear Emily,

Thanks for being in my English class (even though that wasn't exactly your choice, but perhaps you willed it to happen). I love you because I can make a face at you and you already know what I'm thinking. We share opinions and feelings and passions (well, duh, you're my horcrux). It makes me feel slightly less crazy knowing that you agree with me. Even though it probably just means we're two crazies...still. I appreciate that I can text you when I have no idea what the homework is; which is probably more often than it should be. I like when we accidentally write about the same thing in our journal. I love you for introducing me to the Doctor and knowing why the phrase "Totally Awesome" can send me into uncontrollable fits of laughter. I love you because you have a nice balance of heavy metal and musicals on your iPod.

I love the look on your face when you realize something or find something totally awesome. I love that you realize your faults but still have confidence. I love the way you smell. I love that I get to be the red/green/blue/pink haired girl's friend. I like that your always energetic and full of life. I love your style. I love your face. I love that you're supermegafoxyawesomehot (by the way we need to get that word into the dictionary) without trying to be. I'm thankful you love me even though I'm a gryffindor. I'm thankful you put a Tardis on my locker so we can go on exciting journeys through time and space together. I'm thankful that after traveling for 16 hours on the floor of a bus that you would do it all over again.

I'm thankful that you're alive and you tolerate me.

Lots of thankfulness and love, as always
Gianna