
Is a subtle, tricky thing. Five years. Five years I've had you, five years you've been there for me through deaths and weddings and fights and loves. You been there for me when I felt like my heart was ripping in two because of other people. You've been there for me at my absolute worst moments - and you've been there for me at my absolute most triumphant moment. We started out rocky, if close. I never thought the elf-like thing sitting next to me in class would become my handsome, amazing, best friend. I love you. I love you so much and I knew this was coming, I knew because you were always destined for things greater than this town. But it doesn't make it any easier to let go, any easier to say goodbye to your constant companionship. It's a fact of life. But when you have so few friends in the first place, and you occupy such a big space in my heart, it still hurts. It hurts a lot and I love you so much you'll never even figure it out because you gave me something that is worth more than the entire world. There are some people I know who I want to completely leave. To completely shun away and think that it would be so much easier to just cut them out completely even though I'm still bound to them. Not you. I take all of you. All your strengths and flaws and accept it wholly. I'll never stop believing in you and I'll never stop being your friend. Absence makes the heart grow fonder but absence hurts. It hurts so bad. I take all of you, all the good and the bad, and I give you in return, my everlasting friendship. The last five years have been... unbelievable. There's a lot of history to us, even if I'm not the friend you've had the longest. But you are the friend I've had the longest and that's something...
So I wish you the best of luck in everything, and I know that you'll do amazing things the same way I'll do amazing things. And it's not goodbye at all, but 'see you later'. Absence makes the heart grow fonder but still, absence hurts. And thank you. So much. For absolutely everything.
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