The belief that someone is more special than someone else violates the primary laws of the universe.
I know how special he can make you feel, when he tells you things that he says he’s never shared with anyone. I know, because he shared them with me, too.
You were my best friend and I fell in love with you. But ever since that day, you’ve taken me for granted.
You hit the nervous bone that exists in people, that voice big or small that says “I am not worthy, I am not deserving, I am not anything,” and it gets you a laugh because, like I said, we’re all a pack of nerves strung together by sheet-thin epidermis.
Your problems aren’t so dark and shadowy that you should hide yourself – Quasimodolike from the rest of the world. You should open up, own your issues and throw them into the wind.
You were everything I needed, exactly when I needed it. You saved me, and I love you everyday for it.
It has taken me some time, but I think I now have an answer to write on that piece of paper.