a letter, or five → mabel pines
Mabel,
For reasons I've never been able to figure out, girls have never wanted to be my friend. Not that I've ever cared, because most girls are annoying. But except for a few very special cases, most girls have either hated me, or straight-up ignored me.
You are seriously the rarest of the rarest of the rare.
I've never met a person so perpetually happy who was entirely genuine about it, that I've ever liked. Most of the time it's tiring, but with you, it's always been way different. You're the only girly girl who's ever got me to have fun, to laugh longer than should be physically possible, and to see life for all its colors and wonders that I never would have seen otherwise. It's how you see the world, and what you make of it, that make you really special. It was an absolute blast being friends with you.
I love that I've actually morphed into something that kind of resembles a girl, all because of you. Your enthusiasm's infectious, and I caught a wicked case of it that most days, I can't seem to shake. Whenever I'm feeling a little grey, I sometimes flip myself upside down and look at the world the 'Mabel Way' -- that is to say, I actually look at it. And more often than not, I'm able to find a million, billion things to smile about that I never could have found without you. You knows what kind of outlandish monstrosity, sweaters and all, I could have been if you'd have perfected me?
You are totally the best girl friend I've ever had -- in a mucho PLATONIC way, platonically (though I'm not sure whether it was Dipper's pushing or not, but sometimes I swear it was a little non-platonic). You're sweet, you're fun, and for someone so bubbly you have way more depth than I ever would have guessed. There's always a bright side and a way to find it, and in situations such as these, seeing the light in the dark is really what I need. I needed the reassurance that there's always a way, always a solution. That there's always something worth being brave for, and always something to smile at. At least if I die, I'll die smiling.
I never did get all that glitter out of my hair. Not that I'm complaining. I could always do with a little extra bedazzlement.
Where I'm going is a place way darker than I've ever been. I don't doubt that any light we opt to bring is going to reach three feet ahead. Things are going to be gloomy, dank, dreary and dangerous, and I know I'll lose sight if just for a little while. But when I do, I'll think of you, and I just know I'll brighten up just long enough to light the way.
Love,
Coraline
