been trying to write something for you. I've erased a million times. It seems that there
aren't enough words, or I just can't find the right ones. I want to thank you for so
everything. I know that you'll try to shrug it off, but deep down you
understand. You always do.
I've gone through some really hard times. But when I think it's at its worst, a message
from you pops up, saving me yet again. Yellow paper is an amazing thing
too bad I
can't find any. Did I keep them, or did you? Did we keep them at all? You wrote one
backwards once. I could've killed you for that. But it was all in fun, and we loved every
second of it.
We've been through so much together, it's crazy that we can even stand each other anymore.
I'm still scared of roller-coasters. I miss having you close, riding on my bike to your
house even though I wasn't allowed on Belmar Blvd.. I'm not sure that my parents are aware
of that even though it's so many years later.
What I miss most of all
your eyes. I don't know why. I love them. They understand
what I see, they see into parts of myself that I can't force myself to look at yet. You
seem to tell me that everything will be okay, it'll all work out. And I have faith in
that, even when I don't have faith in myself.
I know that we're an unlikely pair. We used to be so alike, but now we're almost
opposites. The connection is still there, though. I don't think that we'll ever lose it.
We'll drive each other crazy, and enjoy it all. But I'm the eternal optimist. You help me
see that it's not all light and sunshine. And, sometimes, I can spread a little sunshine
over to you.
I think that I've done enough. You know that there will be more. Years and years more to
say and do. And we'll be there.