August 6, 2009
Dear you,
I’m not a bad person, but I can’t say I’m a good one either.
I’m not a bad girlfriend, but I can’t say I’m a good one either.
But, my love to you? This I can say for sure, that I don’t remember life before you. That the past seems like another lifetime.
But I’m not caring, I don’t always tell you what I’m doing, what I’m planning to do or what I’ve done. I don’t always remember every details you told me, every events in the past, or every word that’s said.
I’m not a girl one would dream of, though I believe you’d dreamt of me. x)
So I’m not a perfect figure, but I want you to be my friend. Why? Because it’s the highest honour I can give to anyone, to you. I want to tell you things, many things. Not just daily routines, but deepest darkest secret. I want to share you feelings. Not just joy and laughter but confusion and sorrow. I want to give you all that honour, and hope you don’t get sick of it. And so far I deeply thank you for not getting bored. Yet. xP
Yet what I yearn even more is to be a family to you. Because it’s the highest honour you give to anyone. I want to be the one you run to when you somehow have to run. And I hope someday you’ll tell me things, secrets, problems, not just when you can’t hold it anymore, but when you simply want to.
I’m not as tough as a rock, my skin is not so thick against all thorns, and my thoughts aren’t exactly as clear as a summer sky. I’m not a teacher nor a philosopher. My childishness may be too blunt to see. I may be so young and reckless, and that I’d be able to even once pull you out of a situation, I’m not really sure myself. But know that I’ll hold you when you’re losing grip. I’ll walk you when you’re glued to earth. And I’ll slap you for sure when you’re about to stray.
Any other things there is to do, I have yet to learn. But at the end, I’ll be there for you as I am, no more, no less. I know that would be enough, because I swear it’s you.
Love,
Me.
