I don’t want small talk. It gives me anxiety. Tell me about the time you slow danced to the beat of the wind howling in your ears. Tell me about the book you read that made you want to rip your heart out just so … Continue reading Small talk.
To all my friends, who would drop everything and come running if I was sad. You know who you are.
Hello, my dear dear friends.
This letter is not going to be sappy and emotional. Okay, it totally is going to be. I’ll try to tone down the sappiness though, we all know I’m not good at that. *chuckles*
I’ve been feeling emotional for some reason, and I was going around telling everyone how much I love them, which, lets face it, I never do. So, I thought, why not make it into a post for the whole world to know? Let them know how lucky I am?
I have no idea how to even begin putting into words how you guys make me feel. You have been there for me when I needed it the most, through all the important and the not-so-important things. You listen to me babble about random stuff, and sit there with that smile playing on your lips. That’s not even the best part. The best part is that you actually care about all those random things I have to say. And, about my crazy theories. *chuckles*
And, when I’m feeling paranoid about something and start overreacting as usual *insert eye roll*, you let me call you up and listen patiently while I list out the reasons why I think I’m justified in being paranoid, and you never once try to offer advice or interrupt me, because you know all I want is for you to listen. I can think out loud in front of you.
You never once tell me I’m being silly, or that I’m overreacting. Wait a minute, you do. Haha! What’s more, you never judge me, and you always understand. I can’t even begin to thank you guys for that. Talking to you guys always, ALWAYS makes me feel better. I can be super weird with you, and not have you running away. Most importantly, I can be completely MYSELF with you.
You guys are all the therapy I need. All those times when you guys make me laugh so hard my stomach hurts. And all those pep-talks you give me whenever I need it. You are the ONLY ones who can tell me bluntly that I need to cut the crap, and get away with it. Sometimes, the truth hurts, and you never fail to tell me that, even when others would comfort me with lies. And, I love you for it.
God, I love you guys. So freaking much. Even though I don’t say it much, I hope you know that I do. Also, I can’t imagine life without you. It would be dark and gloomy. To be quite honest, it wouldn’t be much of a life. You colour my world, in the most beautiful way possible. You guys are my family.
If this post has been dedicated to you, know that you are loved. Unconditionally. And, you better comment on this post. Each one of you. *stares you down* (No sappy stuff, please. I would prefer it if you stick to those affectionately rude comments.) Or I will kick your ass. I mean it. *stern expression* I can see you rolling your eyes and saying, “no you won’t”. *sigh*
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
P.S. This post is for my real life friends. I will dedicate one for you all lovely readers later. 🙂