So, we’ve known each other for a long time. I say 2nd grade, you say 3rd. I still think I’m right :) I remember when I had a crush on you in second, and I remember how you wore that Spongebob shirt for a school picture. I remember how we used to run and fool on the playground as little kids.
Too bad we didn’t keep Aim logs earlier, to look back on all the stupid, sincere, jealous, caring things we said to each other. All the moments we’ve forgotten.
How old are we now? Almost sophomores! And we’re still here. I love how you’ve stuck by me through so many things. Through that break up phase last year, when everyone else who “didn’t understand” just drifted, you took it upon yourself to run to my house and bring me cookies. Now, only you would do that. I love how although you probably had not understood the least bit of what I was saying, you listened. Every single day. Every single conversation we ever had online during that phase.. you withstood my horrible anger, my sorrow, my everything. And I know it must have been hard for you. Even now, I like that even though I ignore you sometimes, you keep at it.
I like that although I’m usually the talker and you the listener, you are strong for me when I am so weak.
That you talk when I’m too tired to go on, you hold my hand through the storm. Through every single storm in this tired heart of mine.
And in all my problems, you push me to pray. How I can talk to you about God and the problems I experience in my relationship, or lack-thereof with Him. How even though I told you to shut up, because I didn’t want to pray, it made a difference. You made a difference. And although sometimes I wanna punch you when we go through our ups and our downs, cause we just both fail sometimes, you push me to be a better person. Even just to put the orange juice carton back in the refrigerator when I think of you. Sometimes, I don’t know whether to believe that you REALLY believe in me, since you’re just so doggone encouraging and nice to everyone. Don’t be afraid to yell at me once in a while, alright? Slap me if need be. Although that wouldn’t be a good idea for you at all LOL. And I know we’re suffering right now. And that we have been suffering for such a long while, but please stay. I miss you. I love you. I’m sorry that I’m afraid in our friendship sometimes, and sorry that I take everything out on you. I’m working on that. You’ve made me a stronger person, with your compassion, humor, understanding. I’ll be here for you, forever.
Even. if. you. wear. those. purple. barney-looking. sweatpants.
Love, Jasmine
PS: You know why I’m going to stick by you? Not just cause I love you. But you’re that guy that is referred to so often among the hopeless romantics as the one who won’t leave your side. I’m just so lucky to already have found that guy, in the form of a best friend.