Is it a sin if I write 2? The reason is for some people they meet one person who understands their soul and they call them their best friend and for me I've met two different people who understand me so differently but who i love so fiercely I couldn't live without them.
so here goes...
Darling,
I used to think that I knew nothing about you. That I opened myself to you and got nothing from you but hugs and condolences and tears about how i deserved better but not a single bit of you. Then i realized I never asked. Always so observed in myself that I never noticed that maybe unlike me who sprawls herself to whoever will listen, you needed prompting.
But I have since learned that nothing anyone does has to do with me. And it makes smile that occasionally when the pressure of the things you bottle up inside cracks its me you call at 2 am in tears. And sure I have no fucken Idea why You're crying. And sure I've never met your man. Or remember his name because he never comes up as often as my ex does. But Its me you call and trust to let you crumble without a word.
And maybe that's what you saw in me. And maybe that's how this friendship thing works because I know that everyday I thank God for giving you the strength to deal with me.
But you should talk more.
At least learn to tell me that you're mad so its not 1 am in the morning and 4 shots of tequila later that we're screaming at each other in puddle ridden parking lots.
Trust a little more girl. I've got you.
your friend. xoxo
For valentines I wanted to get you a pack of white T-shirts to apologize for ruining all the ones you've caught my tears in. But I figured your girl might get mad. And Like I say go forth and prosper my nigga. I'm sorry that every time I don't smile you hold your breath worried I might crumble. That you might have to put back together pieces that weren't even that put together to begin with.
I'm sorry that I keep making shit choices in men and you keep having to yell at 12 year olds when they upset you(me). And I'm sorry I ever expected you to "give a little respect". Thank you. Thank you for putting me together every time I break myself on shit that shouldn't ever matter.
Thank you for never letting me see your disappointment in me when we're back at square one. Thanks for keeping the faith.
Strawberry. xoxo
so here goes...
Darling,
I used to think that I knew nothing about you. That I opened myself to you and got nothing from you but hugs and condolences and tears about how i deserved better but not a single bit of you. Then i realized I never asked. Always so observed in myself that I never noticed that maybe unlike me who sprawls herself to whoever will listen, you needed prompting.
But I have since learned that nothing anyone does has to do with me. And it makes smile that occasionally when the pressure of the things you bottle up inside cracks its me you call at 2 am in tears. And sure I have no fucken Idea why You're crying. And sure I've never met your man. Or remember his name because he never comes up as often as my ex does. But Its me you call and trust to let you crumble without a word.
And maybe that's what you saw in me. And maybe that's how this friendship thing works because I know that everyday I thank God for giving you the strength to deal with me.
But you should talk more.
At least learn to tell me that you're mad so its not 1 am in the morning and 4 shots of tequila later that we're screaming at each other in puddle ridden parking lots.
Trust a little more girl. I've got you.
your friend. xoxo
For valentines I wanted to get you a pack of white T-shirts to apologize for ruining all the ones you've caught my tears in. But I figured your girl might get mad. And Like I say go forth and prosper my nigga. I'm sorry that every time I don't smile you hold your breath worried I might crumble. That you might have to put back together pieces that weren't even that put together to begin with.
I'm sorry that I keep making shit choices in men and you keep having to yell at 12 year olds when they upset you(me). And I'm sorry I ever expected you to "give a little respect". Thank you. Thank you for putting me together every time I break myself on shit that shouldn't ever matter.
Thank you for never letting me see your disappointment in me when we're back at square one. Thanks for keeping the faith.
Strawberry. xoxo
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