I love you for running in the rain under a newspaper with me on the first day we met.
I love you for doing facemasks, back messages, and watching celebrity news on youtube with me nightly for an entire year.
I love you for always going back for seconds, thirds, and fourths at potlucks with me.
I love you for steeling english muffins from our housemates in residence – sorry guys
I love you for ordering 3 course meals at Tim Hortons, AND going back for seconds with me.
I love you for publishing my “I hate everything” poem, and being the only person to support my creative direction.
I love you, for witnessing me throw up off a bunk bed, and then fall off said bunk bed, and still being friends with me!!!
I love you for sharing your Cody Simpson blanket with me, so we could eat Beaver Tails at a rave.
I love you for being the best gardian angel during that time our house burnt down and we had to sleep in ILLC for a week, on the slanted pull out couch.
I love you for laughing with me at 1am during the aforementioned house burning down fiasco when we ran out of toilet paper and had to forfiet our image and call the front desk begging for them to bring us some.
I love you for supporting my every email to simmon.finn, because you are the only person that believes that justice should be served!
I love you for boycotting Okeefe meetings to get McDonalds and watch movies.
I love you for playing “Never Have I Ever” with just me, while we drank one Palm Bay each as an attempt to have a little FUN.
I love you for letting me borrow your moms roller blades for a year so we could start Rollerbalders at Rye TM
I love you for helping me dye my hair black during my god awful long bob stage, and for helping me dry my wet hair with paper towel because we didn’t want to ruin our towels.
I love you for rescuing me in the gym locker room that one time the cocaine stalker chased me around the track.
I love you for helping me stalk the hot intramural dodgeball referee when I thought I had found “The One”.
I love you for always being up to eat a full medium sized Pizza Pizza with me (drunk AND sober).
I love you for always reading your Ryerson e-mails, and knowing about all the free food ops (lunch and learns).
I love you for making me carol with you and high school students on the corner of Bay and Dundas 🙂
I love you for protecting me with Vodka Rockstars as we commuted to treacherous parties at Lansdown.
I love you for eating icecream sandwhiches and singing “Closing Time” in your kitchen at 11pm, and sending recordings to everyone we knew.
I love you for supporting my fitness ventures, and doing two laps around Christie Pits Park while I blasted French Montana out loud for all to hear.
I love you for being my favorite and only troup member to attend Phi Kappa Phi parties even though we are definetly not welcome.
I love you for letting me study at your house, while my housemates threw a rager, and you went on a date.
I love you for letting me hide me in your bed while you brought said date into the room so I could scare him !!!!
I love you for taking countless trips to the Dufferin Mall (safe Haven) with me to buy powersuits even though you hate capitalism!!
I love you for going to that freaky coffee shop “Creeds” with me and trying to study while pictures of Chihuahua’s rotated on the TV screens.
I love you for spending a night putting up signs to save the feral cats throughout downtown toronto with me.
I love you for loving the Maddy as much as I love the Maddy.
I love you for letting me sleep on your hard wood floor for a week while I was homeless in Paris.
I love you for spending the best week of our lives together while I was homeless in Paris.
I love you for being on board to FaceTime every boy we knew so we could be annoying ass bitches to them at 2am.
I love you for forcing me to stop going to the vending machine and start going to parties during our first week in Paris.
I love you for running away screaming with me that time we saw the word FUCK written on the wall on our way to a sketchy party.
I love you for ordering the entire dessert menu with me.
I love you for staying up all night with me and eating bread and Nutella while watching an entire season of The Bachelor.
I love you for loving the stank bus as much as I did, and for riding silently with me for an entire day!
I love you for being there when our favorite person almost took a dip in the Seine.
I love you for engaging in back messages on the floor in the lobby of the Louvre with me.
I love you for helping me drive the uninsured U-Haul through Toronto, helping me paint my room, and helping me build all my IKEA furniture – I owe ya for that one !
I love you for not leaving my side when satan took over my body and I started wrapping toilet paper around my neck at my housewarming party.
I love you for countless breakfasts at the Mutual Street Deli, and for not judging me for eating pancakes AND a grilled cheese sandwhich!
I don’t know what I ever did to deserve your love, but I’m grateful everyday to have you by my side! Thank you for loving me, (the REAL unlovable bachelor) and Happy 3rd Annual BFF V-DAY!!
Together forever and never apart, maybe in distance but never in heart ❤
Everyone check out @lilelecta on Instagram !! She is the photographer behind these pics – that chick fucking rocks and risked getting hit by a bus just to capture a couple shit heads being in love!!!