Not everyone can have a friend as wonderful as you. I was thinking of trying to phrase this in a cool way or something, but honesty is the best policy, so here goes.
I know you're sad. Or maybe you were sad. I don't really know the details of this.
But if, by some sad occurrence, you'd forgotten how much you inspire me and everyone else in this brick prison every day, I wanted to be there to remind you.
You are the most beautiful person I have ever met. Not only are your looks stunning, but your personality, cheer, heart, kindness and soul is something so deep that I don't think anyone else can compare to you. I don't just mean this on a surface level. This letter is not a friendly banter. "You're so pretty! You're such a good actress! You're a fabulous writer!" Those are all gone. This is where I'm going to get serious.
I don't think you'll ever realize how jealous I am of you. When someone pays me a compliment, I always have a hard time accepting it. It's hard to admit that what the other person says is true, especially if it's something nice.
But if you think this is a compliment, you're wrong. This is a solid fact. I'm not perfect, and neither are you, but on a grand scale, you're as close to perfect as a person can get. If I asked whoever's up there to find a more pure soul than you, I think they'd come back empty handed. You have to accept this.
I have never found someone who understands people and how to make them feel great about themselves as well as you. Your writing, speech, and actions are just so mature and poised and honestly, I think juggling all of your many amazing talents would be hard. You're a singer, dancer, actress, writer, friend, motherly figure, songwriter, artist, pianist, musician, and a plain good person. I have never met someone so good. Or so fantastic.
I find you so incredibly inspiring. Not only are you the reason I started this blog, you are the mastermind behind everything I ever write. I don't want to compete with you, especially because reading your blog and all of your poems and stories and amazingness makes me feel like a little dot in a big world.
You make people feel special in a way that I didn't know people could.
I'm so honored to be your friend.
Heck, I'm honored to be in your presence.
Dear friend, don't let anything get you down. You are the balloon that lifts us all up, and if you ever start to deflate, just remember-
Do. Not. Pop.
Find the person who will take the time to blow you back up again (this metaphor got kinda weird), but I think you already have that in your other lovely friends.
I'm sorry if I didn't give you credit. This was always you.
To quote e.e. cummings,
"and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling"
Love always,
Lily
P.S. Tell me if you want me to delete this. Sorry for not asking you.
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