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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seafoam* · 8 years ago
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