I faintly remember the good times I had as a young child. Particularly because of two best friends I had. One boy and one girl. I had such great times with them separately, because they didn't know each other. That was before my long stint with homelessness. I may not remember the girl's name but you remind me of her. Not in looks or personality but in importance. Losing you as a friend would be just as devastating as it was when I lost contact with them. We can joke around no holds barred about anything with no care in the world. You're always worried about saying the wrong thing or saying or revealing something too weird. Nothing you say or do will make me walk away from our friendship. I enjoy your company more than anyone else's, even if it's only behind a brightly lit screen of a electronic device. You're a rare gem worth holding onto and I know I would have an extremely hard time finding someone anything like you. If this was high school I would be so scared to talk to you. I seem to be nervous around people whose company I enjoy the most. There are indeed times where I wish I had talked to someone but was too scared to. You give me the same feelings of joy and excitement I had back in those childhood days. I associate you with positivity in my life. I will always cherish, be thankful and be grateful for your existence in my life. You mean a lot to me in more ways than one. You may think you're insignificant in this world. But in my world you are part of the air that keeps me breathing. You're one of the best things that has happened to me. And for that I am forever thankful.
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