then say it.

i. there’s something to be said for the magic that makes you – sometimes i think it must flow through your veins; or maybe it just sits, glowing comfortably, right next to your soul. and sometimes, sometimes i think i’ll never understand that magic, the magic that makes tears come when they need to and stop when they should, that makes problems seem small and manageable, and (of course) that makes all the hurt go away with a single

k i s s.

and even though sometimes i live to spill my stories onto paper
and even though stringing pretty words together makes me smile
and even though sometimes i talk like i’ve swallowed a dictionary

i don’t think i’ll ever have the words to say how incredible you really are.

ii. there’s something to be said for your mouth – for the way you can talk and talk and talk about nothing until i feel like my head might explode (and then you just keep on going). and i don’t think i’ll ever understand your complete lack of

e m p a t h y.

maybe you really will shrivel up and die if all eyes aren’t always on you, but it seems unlikely. (and oh, my dearest, darlingest little narcissist

have i ever mentioned i hate the fact that you remember every word i ever say?)

iii. there’s something to be said for opposites – for people growing up in different worlds only to meet one day in a soulless, fluorescent hallway. and i don’t think you’ll ever understand just how much you helped me (because soulless, fluorescent hallways are hard to navigate on your own). and, even though i learned in psychology that

o p p o s i t e s  a t t r a c t

isn’t true, i’m so grateful you came into my life because now we have proof that they sure make incredible friends.

iv. there’s something to be said for freedom – that childlike ability to strike up a friendship with anything and anyone. and sometimes i wish that you were more to me than a half-remembered face in a sea of shattered images, but half-remembered is better than forgotten; so i’ll take those images and tape them back together. maybe then i’ll remember mud pies and make-believe and tiny little grass-stained feet, and hope that

s o m e w h e r e

you’re trying to remember me too.

v. there’s something to be said for support – for that feeling that somewhere out there, there’s someone who cares. and sometimes i can’t quite believe it, but then, over and over, you prove you’re really there. and sometimes, sometimes that’s the best thing in the world to me because it means that there are ears, listening, miles and miles away, and that’s just

w o w.

so thank you.

vi. there’s something to be said for popsicles. bright drippy popsicles under the

h o t h o t

sun. and how, sometimes, something as simple as that can lead to a friendship that lasts long after the sweetness is gone and the sticky fingers have been licked clean.

vii. there’s something to be said for your ability to push for what you want (but never what you need) and your sticky sweet smile and your too-expensive guilt gifts. and i guess in a way i owe my life to you, but i sure as hell don’t owe you anything else; so if i say thank you and

f u c k  y o u

in the same sentence you’ll have to forgive me. but i hate you for turning me into a walking cliché.

viii. there’s something to be said for your whispers, for your pushes and nudges and sometimes (usually in the pitch black hours of the night) your outright

y e l l i n g.

and i don’t think i’ll ever understand how you can walk around so fully formed, with personalities and hopes and dreams and pasts. and, as you never stop saying, your futures depend on me. (but you know,

i know you know

that i wouldn’t have it any other way.)

ix. there’s something to be said for kindness – for acceptance and understanding and conspiratorial smiles. and even though sometimes i think that your kindness just makes things

w o r s e

it still means the world to me.

x. there’s something to be said for ink – unerasable, unchangeable, and soso

b e a u t i f u l

(just like you). you’ve seeped into every aspect of my life; your voice is in my stories and your smile is on my lips and god knows what i would do without you because you’re my lovely perfect muse and my dreams and my everything. so please

(please?)

don’t go anywhere.

there’s something to be said for never being alone.

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