A letter to your friend ~
Hey there, Day.
Firstly, Happy Christmas. I hope that you're surrounded by the people that you love, I hope that you can sit back and watch and get that sudden "Shit, I'm happy." I hope that all of your demons have laid down and gone to sleep, or that you have met them, shaken hands with them, and gone separate ways. I hope that for once in your life you aren't sporting a new (or old, you never did discriminate) injury.
But above all else, I hope that you're happy.
Anyway, this wasn't meant to be some sappy letter where I spill my guts. This was meant to be an excuse to say hi. I've missed you. I'd love to hear what you've been up to, and which characters have made their way into your story. Because God, four years of friendship don't go away easy. Four fucking years.
And okay, to those who are like "Psht, what. I grew up with my friends. We practically came out of the womb just across the hall from each other." it might not sound like much. But I don't hang around. I've known you longer than I've known most others, and it kind of hurts that you aren't around anymore. I can fight most things - I'm a tooth and nail kind of girl - but I cannot take on the American armed forces. I could try! But I probably wouldn't get very far. Mostly because of your stance on tea.
I started this because I have been thinking about it for weeks. There's been this mass of words unsaid. So, thank you. Thank you for being there when I was a wreck. Thank you for the immeasurable laughs. Thank you for helping me to write stories that we had no idea that we were writing. Thank you for teaching me that there's a hundred different ways to look at the world. Thank you for the motivation. Thank you for making reality a bigger and better place. Thank you for treating me in the way that I will teach my sons to treat women. Thank you for helping to stitch up wounds and thank you for not leaving until you absolutely had to.
And thank you for Halsey. Her voice is better than sex.
Have a wonderful New Year, love.
Natasha
xxx
Firstly, Happy Christmas. I hope that you're surrounded by the people that you love, I hope that you can sit back and watch and get that sudden "Shit, I'm happy." I hope that all of your demons have laid down and gone to sleep, or that you have met them, shaken hands with them, and gone separate ways. I hope that for once in your life you aren't sporting a new (or old, you never did discriminate) injury.
But above all else, I hope that you're happy.
Anyway, this wasn't meant to be some sappy letter where I spill my guts. This was meant to be an excuse to say hi. I've missed you. I'd love to hear what you've been up to, and which characters have made their way into your story. Because God, four years of friendship don't go away easy. Four fucking years.
And okay, to those who are like "Psht, what. I grew up with my friends. We practically came out of the womb just across the hall from each other." it might not sound like much. But I don't hang around. I've known you longer than I've known most others, and it kind of hurts that you aren't around anymore. I can fight most things - I'm a tooth and nail kind of girl - but I cannot take on the American armed forces. I could try! But I probably wouldn't get very far. Mostly because of your stance on tea.
I started this because I have been thinking about it for weeks. There's been this mass of words unsaid. So, thank you. Thank you for being there when I was a wreck. Thank you for the immeasurable laughs. Thank you for helping me to write stories that we had no idea that we were writing. Thank you for teaching me that there's a hundred different ways to look at the world. Thank you for the motivation. Thank you for making reality a bigger and better place. Thank you for treating me in the way that I will teach my sons to treat women. Thank you for helping to stitch up wounds and thank you for not leaving until you absolutely had to.
And thank you for Halsey. Her voice is better than sex.
Have a wonderful New Year, love.
Natasha
xxx
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