You are the best guy I know and I couldn’t ask for a better friend. You would go beyond universes to put a smile one someone’s face and I’ll always appreciate how I’m able to be completely transparent around you. You understand me in ways others can’t and I know we’ll always remain close despite the distance. I’ve known you for so long, and I never would have imagined how close I would be to you now. I can’t wait until we can catch up about college during our scheduled lunch dates this fall when school starts.
You’re my hero and I take you for granted. I know my lack of attendance bothers you, but just know that it’s nothing personal. I’m glad you trust me, because it always overrides the trust I have for myself in certain situations. Your strength of carrying us for all these years is a constant reminder to remain independent of anyone, and you’ll always be the most important person in my life. One day I’ll repay you for all that you’ve done for me, I promise.
I wish we were as close as before when our innocence carried our conversations of the future and every inside joke was special. You were special to me, and I hope that I’m not as expendable as I think I am to you now, even as a friend, because honestly, I miss you a lot.
You three will always have a place in my past, present and future. You guys have given me the expectations of any friendship, and we’ve gone through almost everything together. I’m grateful for the times we’ve had, the different people we’ve become, and the fact that we turn into four crazy adolescents when we finally reunite. You guys are the best.
We should really get paid for how much we chill. Yall are forever my homies.
“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.”—John Green ( Looking for Alaska)