the whole time we had just been
tugging on each other's legs.
this place has become my home.
today my eyes were opened to things that had been clouded and consumed for months.
it feels good to know that i mean something to someone.
so without further adieu,
(alphabetical order)
Dear Ashley,
Thank you for being consistent and for doing the things you say you're going to do. Tell Britney hi for me.
Dear Bumblebee Cougarpaw,
Thank you for everything you are to me. Thank you for knowing me more than anyone ever has, even though I don't want you to and I hate it more than I thought possible. Thank you for being the order that balances my chaos. I miss you.
Dear Bodie,
Thank you for making me laugh, valuing my words and opinion, and creating my appreciation for Shakira.
Dear Cara,
Thank you for good girl talk via texts and for skipping the bullshit with me. I'm excited for long distance book club (it needs a new name).
Dear Christina,
Thank you for listening to me make the strangest noises of disgust as I walk through the door of our apartment every day. Life doesn't suck, you just get to see the bad side of me. I'm sorry.
Dear Cole,
Thank you for being my shoulder and for finally answering the phone tonight.
Dear Courtney,
Thank you for responding with "are you at home" yesterday because I knew that even after months of not talking you could be at my door within minutes. I love you more than you know.
Dear Dave,
Thank you for being an amazing best friend over the last two years. It was a good chapter.
Dear EBrosius,
Thank you for being the coolest high schooler I have ever met. I'm so excited to see what adventures you go on.
Dear Kyra,
Thank you for being my subistuber. I LOVE YOU THE MOST.
Dear Landon,
Thank you for appreciating the fact that "yearbook" is the creepiest Hanson song ever, and for making me laugh by knowing all the lyrics.
Dear Matt,
Thank you for buttoning my coat.
Dear Megan,
Thank you for the fishbowl and all it represents. I think we're soulmates.
Dear Stephen,
Thank you for kicking major ass with me, for tricking Landon with our ukulele song, and for letting me throw dirty kleenex, cheerios, and tiny scraps of paper around your room without throwing a fit. I'll clean it while you're gone and I miss you already. Happy 21.
