to whom it may concern,
I have many things that i have been remiss in telling you. I always said to myself that i would write you a letter, to tell you what you mean in my life and how i feel about it. I once read a quote said that my best friend is my worst enemy, and in our case it probably is true. It seems fate wants us to remain friends for a very long time, for every time we go our separate ways and drifting apart seems inevitable, we find our way back to each other one way or another. We are in some ways the polar opposites of each other and in other ways so alike, it's frightening to others. I find it comforting that we're able to fight, argue, sulk (you, pretty much all the time), and be able to get past it, since most of our fights are so bad we keep thinking, this might just be the end of it. Then, everything is fine and dandy, and things are the way they were before. It happens so fast, it leaves our heads spinning. It's confusing how each time I think I'll never talk to you again, that this is the straw that broke the camel's back, you call or I say something, and the pain and anger just fades into oblivion. It's the kind of easy relationship that I wish I had with everybody else.
You're my best friend, but you provide the anchor that keeps me in place when i start drifting away from my purpose. I on the other hand, find it hard to figure out just what I do that keeps you there when the going gets tough. Maybe I'm the balance with my crazy, whimsical, and weird personality that stops you from going into the kind of depression that you would otherwise, or maybe I'd just like to think that. It'd be nice to know that our friendship is one that is based on a give and take basis rather than a needy person who needs an outlet kind of one. Although, I believe that we do give and take and we each have something that the other needs, and that's why we're still best friends.
I guess my point is Thank You, for being my friend, helping me arrange the chairs, visiting me all those times when i was just about to start feeling abandoned and that I'd made a mistake, putting up with my nonsensical musings, understanding my moods, cooking for me, teaching me UNO, letting me in and not shutting me out look you do too almost everyone else, being honest, introducing Harry Potter to me, getting me the yellow book, that you said, the character was so like me in that i couldn't cook ( i can now :p ), and for many more things that i can't possibly finish writing or recall...but most important of all, thank you for sharing your life with me...
Let's raise our glasses, to eternity as best friends... and may we always grace our presence in the other's life so that this existence will be a little more bearable. Cheers.
You're my best friend, but you provide the anchor that keeps me in place when i start drifting away from my purpose. I on the other hand, find it hard to figure out just what I do that keeps you there when the going gets tough. Maybe I'm the balance with my crazy, whimsical, and weird personality that stops you from going into the kind of depression that you would otherwise, or maybe I'd just like to think that. It'd be nice to know that our friendship is one that is based on a give and take basis rather than a needy person who needs an outlet kind of one. Although, I believe that we do give and take and we each have something that the other needs, and that's why we're still best friends.
I guess my point is Thank You, for being my friend, helping me arrange the chairs, visiting me all those times when i was just about to start feeling abandoned and that I'd made a mistake, putting up with my nonsensical musings, understanding my moods, cooking for me, teaching me UNO, letting me in and not shutting me out look you do too almost everyone else, being honest, introducing Harry Potter to me, getting me the yellow book, that you said, the character was so like me in that i couldn't cook ( i can now :p ), and for many more things that i can't possibly finish writing or recall...but most important of all, thank you for sharing your life with me...
Let's raise our glasses, to eternity as best friends... and may we always grace our presence in the other's life so that this existence will be a little more bearable. Cheers.
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