Don't worry, you don't have to wear a dress. You just have to be there. And the best part is knowing you will.
I'm sending you a small package tomorrow- packed tight with blue bubble wrap, chocolate, butter, glow-in-the-dark rubber bands, and love. Hopefully it'll go well with tea while you exercise the pretentious tendencies I can't help but love. I could rhapsodize on about the things I love about you but this is, after all, a thankful post. . .
Thank you for: late night texts and even later inebriated phone calls, shared sarcasm, a secret love of romanticism, pictures of glasses of Scotch and pig flashlights and cans of SPAM, late night sleepover chats, questionable movie choices, pretentious and over the top vocabulary, adopting words, shared woodland dreams, Elliot, 3 a.m. paper editing, 5 a.m. conversations, stolen time, shared realizations, deciding to be rocks, phone calls just to say good night, random things to share the day, making fun of people, shared tears, warming extremities, squishing yourself into the couch to watch a movie, always listening, being okay with who I am (all the time, no matter what), telling me to get over it, being the same person sometimes, sharing a brain, being alone, and being there.
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