We haven’t always been friends. The period between 2003 and 2004 was a particularly dark time for us. Let’s admit, rough patches were us for a while.
Sometimes, I wish you loved me more. We’ve done some pretty amazing things, surprised ourselves, we’ve laughed, we’ve cried. And yet you’ll turn around a look for love in other places, when I can love you enough. I know it doesn’t feel like that all the time. Just remember that I’m here for you. I know you forget that sometimes.
And I know you’re sad a lot now. And that you’re lonely. But don’t be afraid to reach out to me in those times. I’m not going anywhere.
You deserve to be happy. And you deserve love. You deserve friends and family and a job that makes you happy and a space to call your own and a relationship that makes you so happy to go home to at the end of the day and will stay long enough.
It hurts me when you forget that. Because I love you.
I love you.
Would you go out with me? Circle one:
No (don’t pick no)
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