We should talk more, I really mean it (one of the few things I say that I do mean). Although, when we do get together, we don't talk very much. I end up talking about myself to fill up that awkward silence- my least favorite subject. We have so much in common, why don't we talk?
It's a wonder how you put up with me. Complaining about my mother, school, and life in general. And when you do decide to throw in your two cents, it makes me laugh and depending on the subject--like I'm not doing it alone.
Sure as we're getting older, we're growing more apart. Even though you now reside 40 minutes away, I still don't visit you. I have plenty of options for transportation, so it's not my car situation. I just don't put any effort, I guess that's telling us a lot about this friendship. Now the only time I see you is when you come home for breaks during school. I'm going to be a senior next year, looking for colleges. And I fear that when I'm sent to college, I'll never see you again. To be honest I'm not going to the same college as you just so we can hang out more. Sorry.
So I want you to know....
The way you make me feel is indescribable. I'll do my best to sum it up, you treat me the way my other friends and family should--like I belong somewhere. Like I'm needed. That's all I ever wanted. Thank you.
Love,
Girl who's hoping she didn't just seal the fate
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Sounds Familiar. . .
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