I will say, that I consider this friend as close as my best friend, and it is only because this was a second option that I chose to write these to whom I have. I have met this person in real life, and I am so glad I have.
You mean so much to me, and I'm sure you know that. Although our talks are few and far between now, that doesn't mean I think of you often and look forward to when I might be able to see you all once more. I miss you, but we are grown now with our own lives. And I don't know about you but I'm starting to feel old!!
Despite living so far apart, our lives seem similar in some ways. Our lives aren't that similar but at the same time I know we have felt similar feelings in the past, and suffer some similar problems. I know I can always turn to you to rant and rave, and I know you will always *help* with my problems. How is that saying? A good friend will bail you out of jail. A best friend will be sat next to you in the cell! That's you all over. You are protective to those you love, and with just the amount of insanity and sensibleness that I can appreciate.
We, my dear, are the perfection of random. Which in it's self makes no sense but perfect sense all at the same time. Not that we're beyond stealing other people's ideas to a degree.
So, thank you for being there. For being a steady rock, a crazy friend, and what I have needed so many times. I hope one day to see you again. And yes, there will be bubbles.
xxx
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