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Tuesday, 10 April 2007 | 11:09 pmTribute to sum1.special!
At the start of year seven I wasn't scared of going to a new school, I was scared of leaving you behind and absolutely terrified of you leaving me behind. In a way, that's what happened. The past four years have been lonely, so much so that I forgot things used to be better. We both grew up and thought we'd left primary school behind. For me, (I don't know about you) I kept telling everyone you were my best friend, your name was always inexplicably caught up with the phrase 'my best friend'. Then one day, someone said, "how can she be your best friend if you don't see her anymore". They planted the seed of doubt. I was so doubtful that one year, I decided not to invite you to my birthday party. In the end, my conscience begged me to invite you, I couldn't quite bring myself to betray you like that but from then on, you changed from being my best friend to being just my primary school friend. I resigned myself to the fact that time changes things (aren't we all so good at resigning ourselves) and our friendship would never been the same. For FOUR YEARS! We went camping together every year and I confided in you, yet I still didn't realize what a good friend you always were (remember Surfers? remember Kangaroo Island?). It was only this year that things started to change. A week before Valentine's Day, I was talking to Vincent and he told me that you were hurting. I immediately thought of the year I went with you to watch Mona Lisa Smile for your birthday on Valentine's Day (instead of 17th). I remember I brushed off my (then) boyfriend so I could spend Valentine's Day with you instead (yeah mates before dates!). I picked up the phone and dialed your number from memory, the only phone number outside of family that I remember (freaky yes? Starts with 9 and ends with 84075...okay I'll stop). You'd lost Gigi and it hurt me to know you were upset. I couldn't tell you the words in my heart, so I made you a card. It took me ages and for a few days afterwards, I thought against sending it to you because I was scared you wouldn't like it. I thought you had become a different person from the one I remembered and you would hate me forever (irrationality at it's best). Your dad, with perfect timing, came over and when I saw him I knew what I had to do. I ran into my room, took the card, added a note on the last page (its true meaning is...PLEASE FORGIVE ME IF THIS CARD OFFENDS YOU), put it into the first envelope I could find and handed it to your dad just before he was about to drive off. I thank God I did. That is an honest comment. When you didn't call at first I thought you were angry, then I thought you didn't receive it. I had given up but then the day after Valentine's Day, there came an envelope in the mail. I knew it was from you even before I opened it because your writing is so messy and typically YOU, you silly left-handed person! You had also sent it to the wrong address so that's why I got it the day AFTER Valentine's Day :P. I have it here with me now. Excuse me for quoting you. On the cover it read... Be My ValentineDearest Melissa, Did your heart beat faster? Did you open this letter with anticipation? haha I hope you got this after the rose :). It's just me, _______. Remember we said we would give each other Valentines so we wouldn't be lonely on this day of love ^^? Well this is mine to you. Thank you. For the Card. Really, thank you. It meant so much to me that you cared about me enough to think of a get well card. And, thank you for sticking with me all these years. For not throwing up your hands and giving up. For putting up with all my bullshit and still laughing with me. I know you are always going to be there for me. And I will always be there for you. Always :). love, _______ I even got a pee.ess on the end but I won't include that here. I also edited the spelling mistakes because we both know you still can't spell (haha). You're return card made me feel so glad that I had you. Once again, I picked up the phone and called. From then on, whenever I had a problem, the first person I told was you. My one regret is that I cannot help you. Who I am is not enough to be able to help you the way you help me. Whenever I call feeling confused, or in tears, you always have something wise to say, something that always makes me feel better no matter what. The reason I love calling you is that I know you are always honest, I know that when you sound sad because of the things I have told you, your sadness is never belittling or false. I still cannot believe it took me FOUR YEARS! Tonight I called you, because I was confused about something you know much about. I admit I thought that by calling you, all my doubts would increase. But I should know by now, with you, I can be the person I was born to be. For once I was able to help you in return, and DAMN I gotta lose you to that fiend of a boy (you know the one). Don't regret. Never regret. Just kill that maimed lion! I have so much more to tell you but I think everyone else is bored already, I will just write this one last paragraph. I have learned so much from my friendship with you, but the main thing is: Time changes everything; even friendship, but it is the friendships which last through time that are the strongest and closest to our hearts. I LOVE YOU! With love, Mel Pee.ess - Go away all you sick-minded people! We're just friends! If you wanna be immature, do it somewhere else. |
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