Beautifully Imperfect
I've thought long and hard about what I wanted to write.
I mean, I could talk about that time I posted a quote (the only quote I've ever posted of its kind) talking about how close I was to self-harming again, and you wasted no time calming me down and helping me out of that state of mind.
I could talk about how I fangirled when you first started faving my quotes and when you followed me, and about how I can always always always rely on you to read my quotes. To remind me what I love about this website.
I could explain how much it meant to me that time you commented a bunch of Harry Potter gifs on my profile. That you knew I was struggling to deal with some issues, that you knew what would make me better, and it took no reaching out for you to comfort me. You expected no words of thanks. Nothing in return. We weren't even talking at the time. You just popped up, made me feel better, and flew away into the sunset (metaphorically...).
I could tell everybody about that magical ability you have to comment me exactly when I need it. For example, you commented on my quote just today about how I was 'appreciated'. I read it right after sending one of the hardest emails I've ever had to, to my best friend, telling her about how much pain I've been in because I feel like her last choice. And I quickly check my witty before meaning to shut down the computer, and I see this quote comment from Bailey, and for it to say that... Hahaha, I genuinely almost started crying. Tears in the eyes and everything.
I could talk about how you are, always have been, and will be to the day I leave this website one of my absolute favourite users. I could wax lyrical about the inspiration your quotes give me to keep writing my stories. The words are so often the spark to my muse, that when I find myself having writer's block, I don't even think about it - I just log on, and browse through your quotes. Seriously. I'm not kidding. This happens all the time. (I'm a lousy writer, but that's irrelevant.)
We don't talk much - that is, we don't comment each other much. But to me, you're one of the users who know me best. Is it weird that I consider you one of my 'witty best friends' despite not talking all that much? 'Cause I do. You just... you mean so much to me, I seriously find myself relying on your support sometimes, and to top all of that off, you look like a model spin-off of Lana del Rey. Which is ridiculous, because how can one person be kind and pretty all at once?
But I believe that when you start to know a person for who they are, they just start to look as lovely as their personality. And you're honestly one of the prettiest girls I've seen. And I'm so sorry this got insanely deep and ridiculous, but I'm in an angsty mood so oh well, this crazy emotional message is what you get.
( & if you leave before I do, I'll cry my lousy little eyes out. Just a warning.)
I love you. Like, a lot. No but like, a lot.
You're amazing.
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