{LETTER A DAY} Day 1
(Stole this meme from Cortney-- no, I lied, she bullied me into it.)
A letter to your best friend
Dear Cortney,
I can't believe we've only known each other for a year; it seems like we've known each other for so much longer. You are so special to me. I know I say it a lot, but you helped me (more like forced me) out of that friendship you knew was hurting me, even when I didn't really see it to begin with. And whenever I get all sad and start reminiscing about the past, wondering if it's not too late to patch things up, or wondering if I did the right thing, I always go back and think of what you said. I remember you said something that I thought was quite harsh and it angered me a little, but I suppose I should thankyou for it - for kicking me in the butt and telling me to get the fuck out of there. So. Thankyou.
You've shared so much of your past to me when you haven't told that many people, and that makes me rather proud to know that you think of me as special enough to be told. To be let into your heart. Good luck getting me out of there. And I'll have you know that you're placed deep into my heart, too.
You listen to me when I get upset over the smallest things. You make me feel special when really, I'm not. You made me feel smart, that time with your baby birds, and that meant a lot to me, because I'm not smart, and people never come to me for advice.
Thankyou for always being there when I need you.
Love,
Amy.
A letter to your best friend
Dear Cortney,
I can't believe we've only known each other for a year; it seems like we've known each other for so much longer. You are so special to me. I know I say it a lot, but you helped me (more like forced me) out of that friendship you knew was hurting me, even when I didn't really see it to begin with. And whenever I get all sad and start reminiscing about the past, wondering if it's not too late to patch things up, or wondering if I did the right thing, I always go back and think of what you said. I remember you said something that I thought was quite harsh and it angered me a little, but I suppose I should thankyou for it - for kicking me in the butt and telling me to get the fuck out of there. So. Thankyou.
You've shared so much of your past to me when you haven't told that many people, and that makes me rather proud to know that you think of me as special enough to be told. To be let into your heart. Good luck getting me out of there. And I'll have you know that you're placed deep into my heart, too.
You listen to me when I get upset over the smallest things. You make me feel special when really, I'm not. You made me feel smart, that time with your baby birds, and that meant a lot to me, because I'm not smart, and people never come to me for advice.
Thankyou for always being there when I need you.
Love,
Amy.