I Like Tyler Because She is My Friend

I like Tyler because she is my friend that I've known as long, just about, as I've known myself.
I like that.
I like that we can go years without talking and pick up where we left off with a giggle and understanding that doesn't need to be explained.
I like that our words don't need meaning and our smiles don't require explanations or ask for acceptance.
I like Tyler because we lead different lives, wear different clothes and brush or not brush our hair in different styles.
I like Tyler because she ate the burnt sandwich and took the pictures of me and still would, but I wouldn't ask her to.
I like Tyler because my selfishness is laughed at instead of questioned.
I like Tyler because together our laughter keeps the skeletons out of the closet.
I like Tyler because I used to be taller than her and even though she's taller now she never makes me feel short.
I like Tyler because she is my friend.