I’ve become skeptical of the unwritten rule that just because a boy and girl appear in the same feature, a romance must ensue. Rather, I want to portray a slightly different relationship, one where they two mutually inspire each other to live. If I’m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.
God, I miss you. I miss the curve of your spine, the taste of your lips, the smell of your skin. I miss you on warm mornings. I miss you on cold nights. I wake up wishing you were here, and fall asleep knowing that you’re not.
When I get married, She’ll be my maid of honor When I have a baby, She’ll be the god mother And when I die, My grave will be right next to hers This girl is more than my best friend, She’s my other half
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing… not healing, not curing… that is a friend who cares.
Some friends don’t understand this. They don’t understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you’re wonderful just the way you are. They don’t understand that I can’t remember anyone ever saying that to me. I am so demanding and difficult for my friends because I want to crumble and fall apart before them so that they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about If you loved me you would.
Even if it’s a close friend, you have to speak up if you’re hurting. If you don’t like something, say you don’t like it. If it’s not right, say it’s not right. That way, they won’t treat you carelessly the next time.