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21 March 2007

♥ facing the fifteen.

facing the fifteen.

1. When he calls, you always choose him. You don't even cover it up or pretend like it's something else. It's just... you choose him over me. Every time. I don't like it already.

2. I can't even find words to describe how much I hate you. Maybe it's not your fault, or maybe it is, but you took away the one thing in my life that ever meant anything and I hate you for it. And you know what the worst part is? I thought you were my friend.

3. I wish it hadn't taken me so long to figure out how cool you are, because now that I know, I feel like I've been missing out. Thanks for making this all seem so much better.

4. Thanks for stealing my best friend. Maybe if you weren't so neurotic all the time and could deal with your own problems for once, this would be a little easier on all of us.

5. It's okay. I know.

6. You're the only one who's just been... normal through all of this. Thank you.

7. I don't think you have any idea how much I need this right now. I've already fallen a lot harder than is healthy, and I don't see myself slowing down anytime soon. I'm not sure yet how bad this is.

8. I know you feel like you've lost a friend, but don't forget you've got plenty more. We're rad.

9. I don't think you give yourself enough credit for how cool you are. You're prettier than you think, too.

10. When you say things like that, it makes me want to pull away. If you'd just give me a little space, a little breathing room, I'd have a much easier time with all of this.

11. You certainly seem to lead a relatively drama-free existence... what's your secret?

12. I could never forget how much I miss you, but after talking to you today, it seems almost unbearable. I wish you were coming back for more than just a few days. I wish you were still here. Come home, ok?

13. Buck up, alright? We all have tough days, and you're niftier than you're giving yourself credit for. I hate to admit it after all these years, but I'm actually kind of fond of you. Don't spread it.

14. You are the coolest thing ever. I'm seriously going to steal you and hang out with you ALL the time. You can be my groovy best friend. We can call each other Betty and Al. Why do I have a Simon and Garfunkel song in my head.

15. Wow. You're stronger than I thought. Way to go.

♥ the best is yet to be.
3/21/2007

♥ yours truly. ;

    "And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep." --Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

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