My Best Friend
So, there I was 14 years old… Just trying to get through jr high so I could move to highschool and then college… But then I got blindsided, I saw her for the first time walking up stairs with her boyfriend and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her… I thought ‘man, that guy is a total douche’, we shortly became very good friends after that lol… I wanted to get to know her and if I had to be friends with him first I would… Shitty but real… Me and her became best friends and they broke up not because of me though lol, we spent the next 4 years of highschool as best friends and we even attended the same college for a bit… Last year I watched her walk down the aisle, I lost a part of me, tonight she’s graduating college and I told her I couldn’t make it because I had other plans… I’m just sitting here home alone thinking what if it would have been me that she was walking to as her father walked arm in arm down the aisle with her…
I was too nervous to ask my best friend on a date… Now I’m here 22 no sense of direction always telling her how great the single life is and where I’m going on my next vacation… But on the inside it’s totally different
Shitty how things turn out when you don’t tell someone how you feel about them
Um, awks. Don’t tell me that, because now every time a boy laughs or my crush laughs, this will pop up in my head. ._.
Love isn’t about the romantic nights or gifts. It isn’t about fireworks going off around you when you have that first, real, kiss. Love isn’t about kissing in the rain and dancing beneath the stars. It isn’t about the big moments or the big surprises. Love is not a fairytale. Love is about still having the butterflies after years. It’s about the second looks and laying in bed wide awake, all night, because you can’t go to sleep mad at each other. It’s about being willing to sacrifice, literally, everything for someone, just because you care so deeply for them. It’s not about buying them gifts, but it’s about leaving them little presents here and there, just to remind them that you are constantly thinking about them. Love is about all of the little things, that add up to really big things. Love is rare and special, but should not be treated as if it will break. Love needs to be thrown around and beat up a little bit, worn in, but not worn down. Love needs to be a comfortable feeling, a place to go when NO ONE else in the world can relate. A safe place, where you know that no matter how ugly you look or how angry you are, you will still be loved.
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