Love Letter to Nikki
merlinnwisardree (5:46:04 PM): I love you so much my chest hurts. I want to take my knife and cut the skin above my heart, dig in the tip, so that the external pain will match the internal ache and I can scream "Yes! Yes, that's it exactly!". You're a mixture of the best friend I always wanted as a kid, and who I wanted to be when I finally got smart enough to realize I could be anything. I love you! You're so smart and clever and wise and pretty and you do so much! You do everything. You're my best friend forever! You don't make me a better person just because you inspire me to better myself and blah blah blah, you make me a better person because you're there, a part of me, like an extra arm that can speak spanish pretty well and who always knows where the party's at. I didn't know friendship could be like this! I want to give you a bearhug. I want to fignt someone with you. I want to watch you write in your journal. How can I possibly have an extra appendage I underuse so much? Do you have any idea the card tricks I could learn to do with three arms? God I love you.