I spend all my time with you.
I’ve told you so many personal things.
I’m sorry I’ve told you too much.
When you heard some of the things I’ve done, I saw your disappointment in me.
I don’t want you to be annoyed with me.
More than that, I want you to see that I’m not doing those things anymore.
I’ve had a rough time for a while and I am trying to be better.
When I start to dwell, you make me snap out of it and then you make me smile. I love that you don’t try to make me laugh, but sometimes it just happens. I love that you don’t prod for more information. I love that you pat me on the back and tell me it will be okay. I love when you sit silently and just let me talk. I love when you play music and it’s the same as mine. I love when you laugh uncontrollably over dumb things. And when you harass me about other dumb things. I love when you tell me I’m being a bitch and mock ruthlessly when I say things that make me sound stupid.
I dread those days when you don’t want to talk to me, and I think those days happen because of what you know.
I might not be your best friend, but you’re mine.
Please remember that I’m not who I was before I knew you.
I’m better because of you.