2005-present.

I tried to write words about you, about us, about our past. This is all it comes to though- I've watched you mess up, countless times. I've stuck beside you, countless times. I wasn't rude when you stabbed me in the back, I didn't laugh when you were caught with marijuana in your possession (what, how many times?), and I didn't say it was funny when you were arrested at age sixteen. I was there, even when mama and papa bear told me not to be.
And I get in trouble once- up front and honest. I've always been upfront. You've usually tried to hide. And all you have to say to me is, "I'm sorry, but that is just funny."
Well, you're welcome for putting so much time into you. And, thanks for showing the same compassion in return.