hate me, love me, miss me.
I hate that I feel like you're keeping something from me, even though I don't know what it is. I also hate that you value your family so much, and you'd throw away a chance at being happy for them even though they would toss you out without a second thought if you did something they didn't approve of.
I love you like I would a sister, if I had one. You're one of my closest friends and you know so much about me, so many of my deepest fears and worries and everything, but you don't judge me for them. I love our sleepovers, and how we used to show those stupid boys who was boss when we were kids by shoving them into piles of muck. I just love you, okay? Like, a lot.
I would miss everything. I would miss your beautiful optimism about romance and happily ever after's and how you want to find the one and have a beautiful love story. I would miss your advice, especially now that I've gone and done the stupidest thing in the world by getting feelings (urgh) for Rabastan and this is totally new and very uncomfortable territory for me and I need you more than ever. I would miss your hugs and our sleepovers and if anything ever happened to you, I don't know what I'd do. If you ever left, you'd take a piece of my heart with you. I honestly don't know what I would do or how I would be okay if I didn't have you. Just don't ever leave me, yeah?
