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she upholds me.
she encourages me.
when i fall, she picks me up.
she's perfect.
her hair is as black as midnight, her eyes are the color of a tree in autumn--not quite green, not quite brown--and her smile reaches up to the corners of her eyes and fills me with joy. she's taller than i am and when i hug her it's like i'm hugging the human embodiment of, well, a hug.
she's beautiful just the way she is, with all the pain she holds inside and all the hurt she feels. she's so very talented and she makes me cry with the way she writes about the ones she loves. she bottles up the feelings inside, but when she lets them flow they create some of the most beautiful masterpieces i've ever read.
when i'm crying, when i'm emotionally compromised, when it's been a terrible day or week, she'll listen to me. i look to her when i hurt, and she tells me to look heavenward. she's wonderful, amazing, beautiful.
i remember one of the worst days of my life, when i would have loved nothing more than to die, i went to her house to spend the night. that night turned out to be one of the best as we laughed at misread chalkboard messages and makeup names, staying up till the early morning talking about everything and nothing.
there's a different kind of friendship between us--the kind that shares strange jokes and talks about Jesus and boys and our struggles. the kind where there is no wall, no filter.
i love her. i don't know where i'd be without her.
--6.6.17
she encourages me.
when i fall, she picks me up.
she's perfect.
her hair is as black as midnight, her eyes are the color of a tree in autumn--not quite green, not quite brown--and her smile reaches up to the corners of her eyes and fills me with joy. she's taller than i am and when i hug her it's like i'm hugging the human embodiment of, well, a hug.
she's beautiful just the way she is, with all the pain she holds inside and all the hurt she feels. she's so very talented and she makes me cry with the way she writes about the ones she loves. she bottles up the feelings inside, but when she lets them flow they create some of the most beautiful masterpieces i've ever read.
when i'm crying, when i'm emotionally compromised, when it's been a terrible day or week, she'll listen to me. i look to her when i hurt, and she tells me to look heavenward. she's wonderful, amazing, beautiful.
i remember one of the worst days of my life, when i would have loved nothing more than to die, i went to her house to spend the night. that night turned out to be one of the best as we laughed at misread chalkboard messages and makeup names, staying up till the early morning talking about everything and nothing.
there's a different kind of friendship between us--the kind that shares strange jokes and talks about Jesus and boys and our struggles. the kind where there is no wall, no filter.
i love her. i don't know where i'd be without her.
--6.6.17
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