SEND ME A NUMBER FROM 1-500 AND I’LL TELL YOU HOW I FEEL ABOUT YOU IN A POST WITHOUT ANYONE KNOWING YOUR IDENTITY.
usually when i start talking about you, i enthusiastically shout your name in either an aegyo voice or some kind of gangsta rap impersonation --- but i guess i can’t do that here, hm. well, well, well, where to start. a close friend of mine, one of my best friends, actually. someone who i know really cares about me, and who i trust with my life. that may seem a little drastic to say, but it’s true. there are only a handful of people; which can be counted on one hand, literally, that i trust that way, and you are one of them.
you bring light into my life. i can’t tell you how many times i’ve been a big mope and you’ve managed to life my mood --- with rilakkumas and korilakkumas, and with late night talks and dealing with my unwillingness to open myself up. which, sorry about that. you know i trust you, it’s mostly the shame that keeps me from letting it all out some of the time. and even then, you’re still there for me. you got my back through thick and thin, through right and wrong, and that means a lot to me. and you really do help me. i don’t say it enough, but thank you.
more than that, there’s also the happy and stupid stuff or course. the jokes and the laughs that come after, the bad name puns and the good name puns. also quoting nicki minaj songs, and my personal favourite, trap queen. those are among the times i think about when things get hard, you know. they keep me smiling when i can’t remember how to curve my lips the right way.
and of course, remember that i’ve always got your back, too. you’re my homegirl, and i’ll literally fight anyone that bothers you right at this very moment. and that’s saying a lot because it took me 15 minutes to get my hair the way i wanted to today. i’d mess it all up for you, and for our perfect chemistry.
i luh you, girl. i really mean it. thanks a lot, for now and for the future.
