dear onlooker, this is specifically for my best friend; the jyp to my yg, the dara to my chae, the derp to my booty, the arin to my dan, my numero uno idiot. you probably don't want to be friends with her, because she'll constantly poke at your boobs and ask you to twerk for her. (to which you must always say no. i beg you, say no.) she is a godmodder and will frustrate you to no end, she'll dodge everything. and if she ever offers to dance for you, again, refuse. the face will give you nothing but grief (and maybe a bit of laughter, but mostly grief.) and possibly the worst thing she will ever do in the duration of your friendship, is she will never let you feel or talk down about yourself. what ever you do, she will back you up on and will always cheer you up in the stupidest of ways. even when you mess up, she'll find some way to make it laughable. terrible jokes is what she is good at, and even if you want to smack her for them, you can't due to laughing too hard. and really, the worst- and i mean worst thing. she'll have your back no matter the circumstance, like a rock. she is terrible. xo
dear `dine, who this is actually for ehehe. this is the third birthday of yours that i've celebrated with you. and you know what that means, it's lucky this time. (even if three isn't your lucky number, it's mine. shut your trap.) you're getting old. i can't wait for you to get your first wrinkle so i can laugh at you for it. i think i'm the only one who can get away with that? of course i am. alright, moving away from being the horrible one here. at least for a few minutes just to make you happy. but, well. i'd be lying if i didn't say i haven't enjoyed these years with you. we still haven't really gotten into a fight, you know. i'm not going to mention the "lenny krewitz" moment HAHAHAHfnker. regardless, that doesn't count. none of the brief points in time where things turned mildly sour counts, because it is never as if we stopped talking for long. it's funny. because if it isn't you coming at me because i'm too stubborn to talk, it's me coming after you like a rocket launcher with a holy dose of JEEEEEEEEEESAS. anywho. you don't really celebrate your birthday, which is perfect, because i don't celebrate mine either. but what kind of best friend would i be if i suddenly decided that you would get nothing from me this year? a bad kind, that's what. it is my duty, having this title, to do all i can for you on the one day that you really should be taking as your own, even if you don't want to. you have been there for me throughout the entirety of this time, so what is a little text to hopefully make you smile and appreciate today like i do going to do? nothing, that's what. you deserve to be happy. i don't give much of a care if this day is nothing to you, it means something to me. s'the day you were brought here 23 years ago, and that's a pretty damn special thing. who would i be without you? what would i be without you? helped me more than you realise, or perhaps you do realise. either way, i can't really thank you enough. moving on, do you remember when i spoke to you about auras? i may have done, i'm almost certain i have. but i think yours is what kept me talking to you, especially throughout the beginning. even if you had some facade you prefered to hold up, i didn't stop talking to you, did i? i should have, anyone in their right mind would have. but i figured you really weren't a bad person. even when i tried to be nice to you and you'd "jokingly" throw it in my face, haha. you would have told someone who did that to you to get lost, right? right. i didn't. because as time went on, that started to slowly vanish. it's not always about how someone carries themselves to determine who they are. hell, it took a while to understand you at all. but i stuck it out, there was something weird about you- and i knew it would be weird and wonderful. and look where determination has gotten us now, right? now you're the nice one, and i'm constantly calling you an idiot. /payback ehehe. but you know. i'm glad for all of that. just proved to me that, one, my intuition was right. and two, i gained the best part of me in the form of you. when original fronts had been dropped, the relationship we had was stronger than any other i've ever had in that space of time. ~it was fate~ #gay. and you know what sticks out to me the most? i've said it before, but. i'm really, really really glad you got to meet the strongest person in my life. if she didn't like you, you were a bad seed, believe me. but i remember you'd left me, and immediately she said you seemed really nice and she would love to see you again. never said that about any of my friends i've had in the past, not a single one. that's how i know i made a right choice in you, that's how i know you are my best friend, and that's how i know i can trust you with anything i have to give. and that is also why i want you to have a really good birthday. even if you don't do anything for it, even if you do everything you can. i just want you to know i'm here wishing you the best, alright? and so is nanaling, even moomin. and the cats, all of them wish you happy birthday too. (apart from oreo, you know how he likes to paw me away from you #jealouspussy) now have a BWABWABWAbeautiful night. bgrejker. don't go out at 12am and riverbend, and don't find any frog rocks. no derp selcas, and definitely no mario kart accompanied with tequila. that only ever spells disaster. i'll leave some broccoli for you under your pillow when you sleep. (side note: broccoli is actually disgusting i tried again today and just no.) let me wrap this up, alright. continue to hold my hand and i'll continue to hold yours. until next year! ♡
