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I feel like I'm talking to two different people. You that's reading this and to him... pay attention. Some of this is intended for him.
I remember the day we met... it was night and the light from a pole just shined on everyone. I looked at you and said Hi and it took me to something I never knew. It's a good friendship, so good I've cried when I thought it was lost, but I never told you. But you always knew when I did cry... You never take any credit for yourself... you don't think you're capable of that kind of credit. Don't be shy with me, I'll never judge you... we're judged at the very end.. and it's not me who judges. Sometimes we crash, I think its because of how much feeling we have for one another... those feelings don't know which direction to drive to... and they crash. It could be a good crash... or just a bad accident. One night I laughed with you... I startled myself. It was a laugh that was not made up... it was sincere. It hurts sometimes when he breaks himself down... and it hurts cause it's like he's breaking you down along with him. Hey... don't do that. You're good the way you are. And I'm glad that a part of you has been created and it can grow on and on... like a little family tree. People don't know what they're capable of... making someone happy, making them so wildly amazed. People bring out the good of each other. And you are one of those people... and I'm glad you brought it out of me.
I'm kind of sad... I'm sure he'll never read this and if he does, he wouldn't know what to say or... he just wouldn't say anything.. but at least YOU read this. And for that I'm happy.
