I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I recall the day we met, how lost I was, and it was like you found me. I didn't know it at first, but I figured it out eventually. I know it may have taken me a while to let you in, but I am glad you didn't give up on me. I love you for that. I love you for being patient with me. I love you for a lot of things. I love the way you make me feel safe, and the way you hold my hand like it is the last hand you ever want to hold. You make me feel bold, foolish, crazy, warm, so beautiful, and brave. You make me feel whole. I had no idea all these pieces of myself were missing until you came along and they all fell into place. You make me believe in myself again. You believe in me, and I could ask for nothing more. Thank you for being so loving and attentive and supportive. I promise to return the favor and treat you like a Prince. I promise to believe in you and always make sure that you believe in yourself. I promise to make you feel adored and strong and capable everyday. I will take on this task with great care and grace. And it will be my greatest honor. I can never thank God enough for bringing you into my life. I love you with every atom of my being. And when we are 90 years old, I promise to still love you just as deeply then as I do in this moment. I will hold your fragile hand in mine and feel an overwhelming contentment. You make me content, and you make me happy.
I love you forever,
Rebecca.
Dear Bowman,
Welp, here we are, my friend. I remember the day we met. It was in that sad little house thing by the church on a Wednesday night. I was invited by another friend and she introduced us. The band played and they were VERY loud in such a small space. I don't remember much else from that night, or our first actual conversation. My memory of us just jumps to when we completely hit it off. I don't know what it was, but we just clicked. And it is rare to find someone like that. Someone you don't know, but someone that you barely have to make an effort with. It's like you have always known each other. It's weird, but awesome.
Other memories randomly pop into my mind: I spent the night at your house in your pretty green room. Which I thought was awesome. I remember you showing me some of your clothes and burning incense in your room. And watching Family Guy. I remember when you helped me with my Science project, and we were coloring rainbow colored stripes with damned crayons on huge flat cardboard. And every time Toxic by B. Spears came on Fuse we stopped what we were doing and watched the video. And it came on like 8 times. Ha! So silly.
I spent the night at your house again one night and we literally stayed up till like 3 in the morning watching freaking Room Raiders. That show was so addictive! And so terrible. I remember you invited me to a block party thing with your parents church at the time. Took me forever to find it, you and your mom had to come find me and I had to follow you there. And at one point we left in my Velma bug and went to get White Chocolate Carmel Cappuccinos at the gas station. Delish! And we sat in my car and you were telling me about your boyfriend at the time, it may have been Mark, and you told me about your first kiss. Ha! Real friend talk! See, we arn't just all shits and giggles! Ha! I could go on and on with memories. But you get it. Ha! Some of my best days have been us hanging out, and I hope we have many more!
I am glad that even when we went to two different schools and two different churches for a lot of our teenage years we never lost touch. I am very grateful for that today, cause I would have missed out on an amazing friend and partner in sarcastic hilarity crime.
Who knew that we would go from meeting in a dingy old house, to not seeing each other for a while, to becoming the best of friends, to getting tattoos together! I really don't know what I would do without you. I am going to miss you something fierce when you leave me next year! But I am so happy for you and so proud! I am happy that you found your other half and that you are in love, that you have found your passion in life, not many can say that. I am proud that you are a Godly woman and a beautiful soul. And I am proud to call you my best friend!
I love you, shitface
- Cobb
p.s - If your letter to me is anything less than this sappy shit I just fed to you......we're done... ;)
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