Have any of you ever really sat down and really thought about your friends, are they all alike or totally different? In my case my friends are all completely different. Many of them are gay but all of their personalities are totally different. I love them all for who they are however, and cherish them all in different ways. Yesterday, is when I began thinking of all this to be honest yesterday right after I called one of my best friends for advice that I could not have asked ANYONE else about. While on the phone with her it occured to me how much I appreciated her honesty and lack of filter, sometimes even when I don't like it, I know it's what I have to hear. Then I began thinking of some of my other friends one in particular she is one of my closer friends and she knows pretty much everything about me, but she's a sugar coater for sure and I love it just as much. When my world seems to be crashing she is always sure to point out all the positives. I love her as well. Lastly I thought of my greatest friend in the entire world, T she is so special to me. We honestly disagree about EVERYTHING we are different people totally, and I think she is my perfect fit. T and I fight over everything, we challange each other, and push each other to our limits. But we also love each other unconditionally, she is the one person I can not speak to for 5 months and never be mad at me, lonely, or feel unimportant we simply understand each others life. She know when she has to call and so do I. She is important to me. The reason I'm bring all of this up is because my friends I have decided keep me sane, alive, and healthy. So I am dedicating this post to them. Thank you all for being so amazing.
Chubbie Chick Lesson #18- Surround yourself with positivity and it will reflect in you.
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ReplyDeleteYou know this is about you ;) iloveyouuuuu!
ReplyDelete"You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never loses. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?"
ReplyDelete— Jeanette Winterson (Written on the Body)
this fits yesterday