Monday, 9 July 2012
Letters to You.
Thank you for being my best friend. Girls can be catty, boys can be heartbreakers but you have always been there. The days we spend together are the ones I'll be laughing about and telling my children about.
You're so strong, and unbelievably tough. You lead by example, and what an awesome example you are. Thank you for providing all that I've needed, not wanted- you taught me so much.
I'll never forget our in jokes, our games, the bond that will never break. I love visiting you, I'm your friend now, not your loser little sister.
Best friends for 8 years now, the gossip we shared, the giggles into the night- I'll always keep those secrets.
When I got myself into disastrous relationships, you were constantly there, picking up the pieces. And the one that did work- well you were so supportive, and picked up the pieces
Uni won't be the end of us, I promise.
You made my year. You made me laugh, you made me cry. You made me do my work, and you dragged me out on a school night. But most of all, you were there when I needed you most. When I was 284 miles away from home, in agony and in hospital; you became my family. You visited me every day and bought me chocolate and flowers. You never let me feel alone. I owe my life and sanity to you lot.
You've been my constant, my rock. Ive told you more in the past year than I've told people in 10 years. I trust you and you trust me, that's how it works. You were the one who came to my flat at 4am with hot chocolate just to be with me whilst I cried. That's true friendship. I'll never tire of people thinking we're a couple..how wrong they are, but it shows people can see our love.
Dear My Very First Boyfriend,
We had so many laughs, and much more. You did things wrong and now you're in prison, but please try to get back how lovely you were. Your girlfriend and baby would love you back.
Dear Ticket Inspector,
You were mean, you made me cry.
You tried to take me to court over a mistake - I reported you. So there.
Dear Mr Sun,
Please let us have a lovely holidays where I can get brown and get rid of my giraffe feet.
And the rest of the summer, especially the camping parts.
You sit there and actually read the words I write. My ramblings, my embarrasing stories, and the odd outfits I put together. You read and you comment, and that means the world to me, so thanks.
You're the reason I live, and why I breathe. You know my every step and thought, and guide me every step. Without you, I couldn't have met any of these people. You gave them to me and put them into my life.
**this is a scheduled post, I won't reply in the next week. But I will when I get back :)**