You.
You told me to write about you. I think I can handle that. But, what to say? I have so much to say, its hard to choose whats right. But, in something like this, there is no right. Only what I know of you.
I look at you and I see a boy, a boy with brown hair and brown eyes staring back at me. I see a skinny boy. A boy who is my best friend. I look at you, and see hope. I see a boy with dreams and the ability to reach them. I see someone who has felt pain, but is strong enough to smile everyday for me. I see somebody I care about very much. Too much for my own good. I see someone I trust with my life. I see someone who has always protected me
since the day we met.
I think about you and I know how much I miss you. How much I miss your jokes, and hearing you talk. I miss everything about you. Especially your hugs. They always made my day.
I watch memories run before my eyes. Like a happy movie, set in motion. I see us trying to define words, which can be difficult with your lack of alphabet knowledge. I watch us discussing great books, and I listen to your great ideas once again. You always were pretty smart. I remember us passing notes through age old movies. We always had too much fun. I remember leaving notes in your science book. Such a thrill, feeling undercover. What a rush. And, then I remember passing you in the hallways and seeing you sad. Do you know how much that hurt me? I wished I could have helped. And, I remember missing you because I never got to see you.
Do you remember our good times? Do you ever think of me half as much as I think of you?
Sometimes I wonder why I was so lucky to be able to stumble across you. I wonder why I was lucky enough to get you for a best friend. Never before have I felt such luck shine through. Im thankful every day I have you in my life. Nobody else has ever understood me as well.
And, I know, no matter what, you will always be there for me. Always protect me, and always love me. Just as I will always do for you. I will always need you and I want you around forever. Our friendship is something I will always treasure.
And, I thank you for that.
You're my hero, do you know that? You smile when I see pain in your eyes. You make me want to be stronger.
I love you. My hero, my best friend. Always and forever.














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Part of growing up was learning not to be quite that honest- learning when it was better to lie; rather than hurt someone with the truth.
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I believe in angels...
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Part of growing up was learning not to be quite that honest- learning when it was better to lie; rather than hurt someone with the truth.
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And, thanks for the favorite! I'm glad you liked it.
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Part of growing up was learning not to be quite that honest- learning when it was better to lie; rather than hurt someone with the truth.
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Part of growing up was learning not to be quite that honest- learning when it was better to lie; rather than hurt someone with the truth.
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