Dear Frances,
This may be one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to write. Im supposed to summarize how much you’ve ment to me these past couple years. That is physically impossible. I have no idea what to do next year without you. You are one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. I love you and I hope you never ever ever forget that. Even when you’re in college I hope you still remember that. You’ve helped me grow as a person and I will be eternally grateful to you. You are one of the best people I’ve ever known. No description could ever summarize how much you mean to me. I love you with everything I have and Im gonna need to summon up all the strength in the world to survive without you. You’ve always had faith in me even when I didn’t have faith in myself. You were there for me when my entire world was crashing down on top of me. You love me more than any boy ever could and I never have and never will deserve a friend as considerate, sweet, funny, beautiful, talented, and perfect as you. Whenever I’m with you it’s like happiness just emanates from your soul and all I can do is let my heart breathe it in for as short of a time we have together. Im seriously sitting here at my computer writing this, as I told you I would, bawling tears, while Phyl, my brother, stares at me like Im a lunatic, but you are worth every tear. I love you with my entire heart, Frances and I wish I had the words to describe to you what that means and how much that actually is. No matter what happens in the future, remember that you will ALWAYS be my best friend. Congratulations on graduating high school. I know you are gonna have the most amazing time in college. You are brilliant and talented and hardworking and you don’t need luck. Just be yourself and everything else will follow. This is one of my favorite poems and I think maybe this might summarize how much you mean to me. Good luck in College, this is the beginning of the rest of your life. Don’t forget me.
“I love you, Not only for what you are,
But for what I am When I am with you.
I love you, Not only for what You have made of yourself,
But for what You are making of me.
I love you For the part of me That you bring out;
I love you For putting your hand Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over All the foolish, weak things That you can’t help Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out Into the light All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked Quite far enough to find.
I love you because you Are helping me to make Of the lumber of my life Not a tavern But a temple;
Out of the works Of my every day Not a reproach But a song.
I love you Because you have done More than any creed Could have done To make me good
And more than any fate Could have done To make me happy.
You have done it Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.
You have done it By being yourself.
Perhaps that is what Being a friend means, After all.”
Love,
Becca ♥
P.S— “And no matter where our stories end, I know you’ve re-written mine by being my friend.”
by beccas0c00l