dear bri :~))) make it heartfelt this is the one time i won't be grossed out by ur love for me
((ur sick and ihu))
Dear Bri,
You little fuck. When we met in grade 8 you were my first and only friend at Trafalgar, and it honestly meant the world to me. It was because of you that I realized friends can cure loneliness. And it's because of you that I made friends in the first place. I can remember a lot of moments, too. I remember telling you once that you were like the other half of my heart, which is stupid because I need all my heart, but you get the gist. That is an important memory to me. I don't know why. It just is.
I like you best when you're honest; when you're screaming your lungs out to a 5sos song or when we have late night chats, your words usually slurred but always true. I like driving with you, too. It makes me feel endless.
This is freakishly embarrassing me for some reason so I'll make it brief. You're kind. You're smart. You're also a little stupid, but hey, c'est la vie. You have questionable music taste. You like way too many movies for no reason. You have a cute smile and an even cuter laugh. And I'm glad I get to call you my friend.
And you still are, and forever will be, my little fuck.
Sincerely yours,
Emily
P.S. Also I love you.
