Every friend in a friend group can be put into a unique category that fits them like a glove -- it might be some days more than others, or every day, but each friend has their own respective "category." I actually came up with the idea to write small notes to my close college friends from the song Future Friends by Tilian.
To the kid that defeats every seed of a demon inside his soul:
I've seen and heard about some of your struggles during our time at college, and I've been witness to your reactions. I know you are strong though you might not feel that way every day, or think anyone notices how strong you really are. I know it's difficult, and that sometimes you want someone to be proud of you, and I can assure you that I am proud of you every day you make a small step in the right direction. I've seen you fight against the demons that start to surface and gnaw at your soul, and I've seen you win every time. Though it may not always feel like a victory, know that you've won, and you will keep winning.
--From the girl that struggles with her own demons.
To the kid that can stand anywhere in the world and build up a home:
I watch you go anywhere and fit in comfortably. I've seen you sit by yourself and never once feel lonely. You have the ability to go anywhere and make it a home for yourself; nothing is ever too stressful or unbearable for you. I'm not sure if you know these things about yourself, but your presence showcases each of these things. I wake every day and hope to be so comfortable in my body so much that I gain the ability to be anywhere on this planet and have unwavering trust in myself.
--From the girl that watches and waits.
To the kid that wears a mask over her every feeling:
I've never seen you express much emotion, not much sadness or anger, happiness or joy -- I've only ever seen content on your face. You hide your emotions so well that spending enough time with you can make me think emotions are a myth told by the Ancients. I've seen you hide your anxiety, and make logical decisions before ever thinking emotionally. You understand everyone else's emotions, and listen to them, but you hide yours so well, almost like you are putting on a show -- and I wish I could be on the stage.
--From the girl that displays her emotions like paintings.
To the kid made out of porcelain:
Like a doll, you put on a very believable facade. You smile while someone tears you apart, you laugh while they smash you into pieces. But I've heard and seen you break in the middle of the night when you think no one knows. Like fine China, you have an enticing aura about you that draws every kind of person in because they yearn to know something so innocence and beautiful. Yet you lock yourself up, not letting anyone close enough to shatter you into a million unrecognizable pieces. You might not think anyone notices, but I do. And while you worry about being shattered, you forget how enthralling and strong porcelain is: you can be made into anything, and whatever you are made into will be beautiful.
--From the girl that observes and envies.
