My dear friend,
As I wander through the hallways during break alone and try to act like I am occupied with something, I would like to thank you. Everybody belonging, everybody with their place. “Except for me,” I would’ve thought than push the thought away. I felt cut off somehow, or I used to, but not now thanks to you.
My dear friend, It is times like these when I am grateful for your company and kindness- although the experiences we have had are few, you lift up my day in the smallest of ways.
As I walk into a classroom and sit by myself, the light laughter billowing around me, forgetting I am there, I suddenly realize how much you mean to me, how much you have influenced my life in such a short time.
As much as I resisted you knocking down the walls I have built, you have managed to worm your way into my heart.
So thank you, my friends, for being there for me. Me, in my own little worlds, miles away, me, perpetually scowling as I walk to the side of the empty hallways. I know that I don’t talk that much, but I appreciate it anyway.
Although you will never read this, I hope that I can show that you have opened my mind and shaped my perspective.
You act as a joker, personality, and fierce opinions. Some which I agree, others I question- the ability to be yourself, the truth that I desire. None of the masks that I sometimes fell for. No side along glances and half-truths.
Though I let you in reluctantly, unlike the friends that I had before, you care for me anyway, and I am grateful.
We aren’t close, we haven’t even spent much time together, but thank you, thanks for understanding- I didn’t know how lonely I was– that is until the friendship you bequeathed me revealed it to my mind.
I was understandably defensive, and thought to push you away, but you showed me what I was missing, without even a delay.
So hey, I hope that I can return the favor, and care for you as you have me. I don’t deserve the care you give me, the respect and compliments, you deserve them ten times more, just for being there.
I know that you are lonely sometimes, as we all are. I know that you are afraid of failure, the darkness, and death. You wear yourself proudly, though, even through the unpredictable.
You’re braver than me and much more loud. There are times when you let down your shield, and we talk, a flash of questioning in your eyes, a worried look that I see fleetingly before you smile again. I’ve shed cocoon, and hope that some others will do the same.
Thank you, my dear friend, for knowing what to say, I feel guilty sometimes, knowing that I cannot do the same.
You’d say I don’t give myself credit, but this isn’t about me,
My dear friend, you are so kind,
I must thank you once again.
PS: To my readers,
I know this is a bit different than what I would usually write, but I would just like to thank all of you for being there- well, not actually being there- but I appreciate it anyway. This letter was for a friend- ah it feels good to say the word- and all those people who are kind, kind enough to be honest and accepting.