An Open Letter To One Of My Closest Friends
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An Open Letter To One Of My Closest Friends

A big thank-you for everything!

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An Open Letter To One Of My Closest Friends
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Dear Friend,

Throughout my entire life, though I have admittedly experienced very little of it, I’ve met hundreds of people. I’ve made friends, found enemies, broken relationships and so much more. Although many people can claim to have known me for much longer than you have, I honestly cannot imagine my life without our special friendship. Who would be there for me whenever I felt down, who would be there to listen to everything I had to say, who would be there tell me everything’s okay and, most importantly, who would be there to just talk only because you want to? To think of it, the beginning of our friendship borderlines the impossible. If it hadn’t been for that one simple choice, a small leap of faith, this entire adventure may never have existed.

To such a close friend, I mostly feel immensely grateful. Sometimes I know I receive more than I give, and I am of course very sorry for those moments. I cannot begin to describe the appreciation I have for the comforting words you give me every time something goes wrong, the jokes you tell me when life’s themes are too heavy, and the distraction you provide from my dauntingly full schedule. The number of times I’ve ranted, complained, and whined to you (mostly about the most mundane and insignificant problems) is honestly too many to count. It definitely surpasses the amount of times I have vented my emotions out to anyone else, and I am truly sorry if you are tired of my constant, never-ending troubles.

As much as I am thankful for the “deep” conversations we have, I am equally grateful for the lightheartedness you bring into our discussions. I don’t think anyone has made me burst out laughing in the most awkward situations as you have (believe me, I’ve received a fair share of weird and disapproving looks from these explosions into peals of laughter.) With you, I can freely fangirl over some video/movie/drama I’ve seen and not have to worry about being judged about my pop culture preferences (albeit the occasional discrepancy in who is the better actor/actress.) Our conversations can somehow change from updates about our days to a fearsome lyric battle. We can carry on conversations about extremely routine subjects (like food,) yet I still find myself waiting in anticipation for the next reply. I can’t truly say we’ve had multiple conversations because in all honesty, it’s just one very long dialogue.

I hope you know that whatever happens, I will always be there for you. Even if we drift apart (I can’t really imagine that happening, but who knows?), you can always rely on the fact that I would drop everything and come running to your aid. I could never imagine any scenario where I would intentionally leave you hanging or cause you any sort of harm.

Sure, we may not see each other a lot, but I will forever remember you for all the positive impacts you have made on my life. I can only sincerely hope that I have given you, at the very least, some sort of positive light on your experiences through your journey that we call living.

Love,

Your friend, forever and always

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