Dear Best Friend,
You make me want to be a better person. I watch as you strive to rise above the many storms of your life, and I feel a vast difference in the levels of our life experiences, but the sight of your beating wings makes me heart yearn to be so strong, as well…to rise above my own self-made molehills.
You say you have no talent, but I am in awe of your determination, your visible and hidden abilities. Your voice is gentle and low naturally, and I love hearing your tiny voice behind the music. Your writing pads across my heart, and it’s true: you are elegance itself, and it shows through your words. I love seeing you in pretty dresses, and I love worshipping next to you. I feel that, if you can raise your hands despite the hands that are trying to pull you down, then I can, too.
There are so many reasons to be jealous of you, but I can never bring myself to it. You are just so beautiful, and I am so captivated by your spirit.
This is more of a love letter than anything else, but it’s because I do love you. You have taught me how to love; you have taught me how good love can be. Before this year, my heart was sheltered in a cocoon of selfishness and disinterest. Now, through your influence and, to be honest, perhaps because of the pitfalls that you’ve gone through and have told me about, I am learning to love freely, to show emotion without restraints, and to live a life that is focused on the moments that take my breath away.
You’ve introduced me to so many good things, and when you say that you are a bad influence, I understand where your words come from…but I disagree. You open my heart and mind to things outside myself. You humble me with your own humility, your strengths and talents, and constantly show me better paths.
I just—yeah. Your friendship is a dear, special thing to me. I am trying to treasure it as I should, to treasure you as you deserve. It’s not hard to put you on a pedestal, but I want to be by your side as we go through life, to share things together, whether they are joyful or sorrowful. Better and worse apply to friendship as well as marriage, and love is only friendship set on fire.
After all, we are engaged.
Love,
Irene.
You make me want to be a better person. I watch as you strive to rise above the many storms of your life, and I feel a vast difference in the levels of our life experiences, but the sight of your beating wings makes me heart yearn to be so strong, as well…to rise above my own self-made molehills.
You say you have no talent, but I am in awe of your determination, your visible and hidden abilities. Your voice is gentle and low naturally, and I love hearing your tiny voice behind the music. Your writing pads across my heart, and it’s true: you are elegance itself, and it shows through your words. I love seeing you in pretty dresses, and I love worshipping next to you. I feel that, if you can raise your hands despite the hands that are trying to pull you down, then I can, too.
There are so many reasons to be jealous of you, but I can never bring myself to it. You are just so beautiful, and I am so captivated by your spirit.
This is more of a love letter than anything else, but it’s because I do love you. You have taught me how to love; you have taught me how good love can be. Before this year, my heart was sheltered in a cocoon of selfishness and disinterest. Now, through your influence and, to be honest, perhaps because of the pitfalls that you’ve gone through and have told me about, I am learning to love freely, to show emotion without restraints, and to live a life that is focused on the moments that take my breath away.
You’ve introduced me to so many good things, and when you say that you are a bad influence, I understand where your words come from…but I disagree. You open my heart and mind to things outside myself. You humble me with your own humility, your strengths and talents, and constantly show me better paths.
I just—yeah. Your friendship is a dear, special thing to me. I am trying to treasure it as I should, to treasure you as you deserve. It’s not hard to put you on a pedestal, but I want to be by your side as we go through life, to share things together, whether they are joyful or sorrowful. Better and worse apply to friendship as well as marriage, and love is only friendship set on fire.
After all, we are engaged.
Love,
Irene.
Irene.
ReplyDeleteThis brings tears to my eyes ='D