Dear Friends,
I love you so very much. I don’t think I ever really appreciated you until I was uprooted 813 miles from you. I knew you guys were clearly the best things ever, but I never truly appreciated each and every moment we had together. I use to curse our plans that always fall through. I use to want to strangle you when you’d push me into some cute boy. I use to give you deathly glares whenever you were planning to do something incredibly stupid. I now know I actually loved all those moments. I love the good and the bad, and I know you are there for me through the good and bad.
I now know that wherever I am in the world, you’ll always be in my heart and I’ll always be in yours. I know now that you’ll always make time for me, and that “fake friends” aren’t something I need to worry about when it comes to you. I love you with all my heart even when you pull my strings so tight you know I’d slap you if I could. I couldn’t tell you why or how we get along. Personally I think we are the most dysfunctional group ever. All we do is make fun of each other, and basically attempt to dwindle our excessive egos to absolutely nothing. We get along by teasing each other, and we get along by gasping breaths between fits of laughter.
You have my back, especially when it comes to fake friends. Even if these fake snakes never did anything directly to you, you hate them with a firey passion that makes everyone (especially me) feel better. When it comes to crazy ex boyfriends, you better hope he moves to a different state or you know our friends and I will kill him with death glares and sneaky side eyes.
You are the very best of the best. I don’t ever get sick of your company and that says a lot because I get sick of everyone and everything. I can imagine myself not only sharing a house with you, but sharing in general which is this concept I seem to lack with everyone including my family.
Even when I’m sad around you, you manage to cheer me up. My pouty face is slapped off with contagious giggles and dumb jokes. Insides jokes are the best. Especially the ones I try to explain, and they still don’t make sense or are funny.
I think friends have a connection no one quite understands. Some type of chemistry mixed in with love and affection creates the perfect friend, yet the way I see it is these are the people you tease to no end and you still love to death. These are the people that you’d jump off a cliff with. These are the people you’d travel 812 miles to see. These are the people you’d give anything to help. These are the people you don’t have to love, but you do anyway.
Sincerly,
Your Loving Friend
