You know, like I know, that we haven't seen each other for a while. We haven't had a lot of chances to accidentally bump into each other and feel like we're so meant to be. I know that we tried. You tried, and I tried, but it didn't really mean a lot to our friendship. And sometimes I'm sad because I thought we're done, but then we made it; we met, and, we're reminded of the reason why we're perfect buddies: Because with each other, we just feel better.
A lot of the things in life have made me bitter. There's no bigger tragedy of a human being that keep on living, getting older and made bitter by so many things we've witnessed just before our eyes. So many people around me, and not a single one of them made me feel safe about telling my stories; what makes the kind of person that I am today, and where I came from, why I do the things I do, how I deal with things... They didn't know, because they don't deserve to.
But you're different. You make me feel safe. You don't judge me. Or at least your judgements are as insane as I can take, and I appreciate them all. You're just as messed up as I am. You're the same terrible person that I really am, though you don't even try to hide it. You'd rather be seen as you; the intimidating person who speaks your mind than the way people see me: someone who's nice, because I bury my words inside of me and let them kill me.
You're screwed. You're fucked up. But guess what? Me too. And when I tell you my stories, you tell me yours and I feel better. Not because I'm dancing over your misery, but more because I feel like I'm not alone in this depression. You had it too--worse, sometimes. And you're still this cool person who I looked up to. We're very similar in a lot of ways; and in that manner, I feel safe. You know exactly what I feel, because you've been there, and I can learn from you. And at the same time, you can talk to me. I don't spill stories about you. I don't judge you, no matter how insane you are. And I listen. I listen because I'm learning from you. And I know I'm who I am today because of you.
You're my Samantha meets Miranda. And I'm your Carrie meets Charlotte. We're a full team, just the two of us.
Someday we'll be like we used to be. Someday we'll be old and hopefully still equally fun... less fucked up. Someday we'll be a better team. And until that time, you're still the biscuits to my English tea.
Yours truly,
Me.
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