Love.

Sometimes you love a person for no other reason then that you know they deserve the love more than anyone else you know. You are not the only person who loves them, you are one of many. You love inexplicably with a fierce passion this person whom you hardly know, but it is the closest equivalent to love at first sight that you will ever know, and they are worthy. You are happy when they succeed, when they do more than you even dreamed possible, more than you will ever do, and you cannot be jealous of them not matter how hard you may try, because they are a bred above the rest, they are the epitome of love, and you love them for it. This is why I love you, why I miss you, and why I am glad that you are my friend.