Dear bestfriend,
dani (aka hidethemangoes ) to be precise.
I hate you. i hate that we became friends and gotten so close within matter of months. if i had to do this all over again, i’d tell you not to be close to me because i am clingy, and temperamental and the worse friend you might ever had. you would be better off now if years ago, i didn’t take the initiative to talk to you. i’m a handful and i had the worst temper ever, and gave you problems after problems. if i could do this all over again, i’ll recommend you to other people, the kindest and generous people who will treat you kindly and give you air to breathe. i’ll tell them, “grab her and never let her go because she is the most patient person ever, she was the reason that i grew up throughout the years learning the utmost importance of friendship, she made me see friendship in another different light; she made me realize that speaking out any unhappiness i have would make me be stronger and have faith in people, those who if they actually cared, would be as forgiving as she was and worked for a better communication towards what we have.” but deep inside, i know i can’t do it. i wouldn’t do it. i would hate it even more if other people gotten you as their best friend instead of me. i would be jealous. but i would laugh, because what you had with me, would be so different from what you might have with them. i gave you both hell and heaven. and a little bit in between. but the most important thing, what we have between us, is real and something that only we would understand. i’m sorry you have to go through my insecurities. but i hope you know that’s because i am worried some other basic bitches or someone who is flawless and perfect will come along and steal you away. that’s how important you are. i hate sharing. but i do want to flaunt you. and then tell the world that i love you. and i am sorry, well not really, that they can’t have you.
