"to me, u r an embodiment of quiet strength, silent confidence, with a fragile veil of romanticism still over eyes that is quickly vanishing... ... i am drawn to u, to ur wicked sense of humour, the way u r real, the way u see all the stupidity in this world and toast it all away suavely with beer... ... reason can only bring u this far, beyond which the knockings of ur heart will tear your defenses down and u eventually need to face your deepest desires and fears. soar. happily, not heavily."
From a dear, dear friend.
Times like this when you feel really stupid being in this world, it's friends like these who pull you back and tell you you're being loved... somewhere, somehow, by someone.
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