Dear You.
Dear You,
You've been one of my best friends now for some time. I can talk to you about anything and everything. I know things about you that nobody else does, and you know things about me.
I've also liked you a lot for some time. You're basically perfect in every way I can see. You make me smile every single time we hang out, even if I've had a horribly crappy day. I wish you could just know to the degree how I feel about you. It might change your mind. Well I wish it would at least.
Over the past year, I've done things for you that I can't believe I'd done. I helped set you up with another good friend of mine. You have no idea how much that hurt me. But as long as it made you happy.
I was the one you talked to when you were bored. I was there when you and the person I set you up with broke up. You said it broke your heart. I know that feeling all too well at the moment.
As much as I hate being a best friend to you. I can't really complain about you trusting me with everything you've ever done or said. It helps a little, knowing that I'll always be there and vise versa. I just wish it was always enough.
Then last week you went off to school. I was hoping I'd get to see you again before you left, but I didn't get back from vacation on time. I didn't get to even say goodbye.
Last night was the first time I'd talked to you, I mean really talked to you, since you left. You told me about your classes, the parties you went to and all the friends you'd made. The last thing you told me is the one thing I dreaded when you left. You'd already found a new girlfriend.
You told me she was pretty and had amazingly beautiful eyes. You told me how you'd met her and everything. I was still astounded that you'd only been there a week and were already in a relationship. The thing that hurt me most, for some reason, was that her name was the same as mine.
Though her songs are repetitive, I can't help but feel in relation to the girl in Taylor Swift's songs. Seeing my best friend date some girl you've only known for a week. I can't help but wish that you'll someday see that I've always been here. Though it sounds a bit selfish, I can't say I don't believe that.
Best wishes to you, though I'll probably talk to you tonight...
Love,
Emily
You've been one of my best friends now for some time. I can talk to you about anything and everything. I know things about you that nobody else does, and you know things about me.
I've also liked you a lot for some time. You're basically perfect in every way I can see. You make me smile every single time we hang out, even if I've had a horribly crappy day. I wish you could just know to the degree how I feel about you. It might change your mind. Well I wish it would at least.
Over the past year, I've done things for you that I can't believe I'd done. I helped set you up with another good friend of mine. You have no idea how much that hurt me. But as long as it made you happy.
I was the one you talked to when you were bored. I was there when you and the person I set you up with broke up. You said it broke your heart. I know that feeling all too well at the moment.
As much as I hate being a best friend to you. I can't really complain about you trusting me with everything you've ever done or said. It helps a little, knowing that I'll always be there and vise versa. I just wish it was always enough.
Then last week you went off to school. I was hoping I'd get to see you again before you left, but I didn't get back from vacation on time. I didn't get to even say goodbye.
Last night was the first time I'd talked to you, I mean really talked to you, since you left. You told me about your classes, the parties you went to and all the friends you'd made. The last thing you told me is the one thing I dreaded when you left. You'd already found a new girlfriend.
You told me she was pretty and had amazingly beautiful eyes. You told me how you'd met her and everything. I was still astounded that you'd only been there a week and were already in a relationship. The thing that hurt me most, for some reason, was that her name was the same as mine.
Though her songs are repetitive, I can't help but feel in relation to the girl in Taylor Swift's songs. Seeing my best friend date some girl you've only known for a week. I can't help but wish that you'll someday see that I've always been here. Though it sounds a bit selfish, I can't say I don't believe that.
Best wishes to you, though I'll probably talk to you tonight...
Love,
Emily
