You’re there when things are perfect. You’re there when things are shit. Because that’s what a real friendship in adulthood is.
Thank you for being my friend, even back when I was filled with teenage angst and anger at the world.
You deserve friends who take to heart your every accomplishment and bask in your happiness with you.
To the people who have seen me try to forget my worries with too much wine or too many kisses that didn’t mean a thing, thank you for telling me to stop. And thank you for loving me anyway.
Looking back on my life, my friends have been a consistent well of unconditional love for years.
I usually take the high road, but all I want to do is curse you out. I want to scream at you until my throat is raw. I want to make you understand what I’ve been going through over these past few months.
I don’t need someone who isn’t true to me, I don’t need someone who is fake, I don’t need someone who talks behind my back, I don’t need someone who isn’t there for me.
But more than anything, thank you for making me feel safe in knowing that wherever life takes me, I can always come back to you. I can always find a home in you.
What falls apart will come together, and vice versa.
I act like things come more easily than they do, and I usually avoid showing people the things I’m in the process of trying to master, because I have a lot of pride.