My friendship with you is awfully lonely in nature. If you were to die tomorrow, I wouldn’t be able to put it into context for anybody. I wouldn’t be able to share it at all. It would be a little piece of paradise I took with me to the grave. However, at its core, it is the pinnacle opposite of loneliness. You make me feel so incredibly understood, you almost teach me things about myself. You inspire me to the be the greatest I can possibly be. My friendship with you is the understanding that even if everyone that I love and care about but you drops dead tomorrow, there is someone on this planet who will be waiting for me with open arms. You are the understanding that no matter what happens, I’m loved and cared for. You make me feel so small yet part of something so much bigger at the same time. When the world is turning just a bit too fast you slow it down and make everything make sense. I don’t have the words to describe the feeling. This description pails in comparison to the feeling in my chest. It billows up like the moment the milk explodes and changes the colour of your coffee. It is impossible to explain in mechanical terms. I’ve spent an unreasonable amount of time trying to find the words and I’m confident they don’t exist, so I’ll leave you with a phrase I’m not sure I entirely understand. I love you.
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