To Her.
I don't know what to say to you, except goodluck.
Good luck figuring him out and making him happy, Lord knows I
tried and failed. So many times. I guess you can take this
as official resignation, a white flag. I give up, you can have
him. But promise me this. Promise me you'll sit with
him and listen to the amazing old school acoustics he loves so
much but everyone else hates. Promise me you'll never eat
the pink yoghurt candy, cause it's his favourite. Remember to say
I love you after every fight, and whenever he looks down. The
smile on his face afterwards is worth dying for. He's not the
smartest guy, but let him think he's Albert Einstein, the glimmer
in his eyes will amaze you. Promise you'll lie on the grass with
him and talk about everything like we used to. I guess if I can't
feel it ever again, you may as well. Play basketball with him,
listen to him complain about hockey. He gets annoying when
he steals your food, so bring extra. He's nervous when he plays
with his hair, but it's the cutest thing. Get ready for cheesy
love songs, long gazes and amazing hugs. For whining about his
family and talking to his cute little sister. Getting dizzy at
the park and screaming and laughing for hours on end. Make it
last as long as you can, he loves you; please don't take it for
granted.
He was my bestfriend and I love him so much, so take care of him.
I hope he's happy with you and I wish you all the best.
Yo
u r s t r u l y,
,
The g i r l who was in love
w i t h
h e r b e s t f r i e n d .