I kissed the scars on her skin.
I still think you’re beautiful,
And I don’t ever want to lose my best friend.
I screamed out, “God, you vulture,
Bring her back or take me with her!”
Alright, hey there best friend.
I do hope you mean that I am your best friend too. I know people can have more than one, but I’ve never had just one in the first place. Not until the night I went to do my laundry at Zach’s. So I know that you call everyone your “best friend” because you’re just that kind of person, but I really mean it when I say it. Consider it an “I love you.” I do by the way love you Rachel. You’re the only person I’ve gotten close to in years. I apologize for the times I can be antisocial and just wander off for days-weeks at a time and not talk to anyone. Just know that I’ll always find myself back at your window, just leave it open for me.
This past year has had its ups and downs to put it politely, but we both know the fights were bad and not talking or ignoring each other was even worse. But I don’t regret it surprisingly. I’ll tell you why: through all the negativity and bickering we’ve done, being away from each other just showed us how much we really care and miss the other. Again and again after every fight we’ve had, we’d apologize like grown ups and click right back into place (after hugs and laughs of course.) So no matter what we disagree on, I’ll still hear you out and care about your opinion, especially of myself. You’re the reason I wear bro tanks more often. You’re the reason I have even the slightest confidence in myself. Because even if I feel like shit and think I’m the most hideous thing to walk the Earth-you’re always right there to pet my hair, calm me down, and tell me that I’m a little more than attractive. (Leaving the room for a moment being a big part of it.)
I’ve been nervous on what to say for this specific gif just because it uses some of the first pictures we posted towards each other, and come on. It’s Vic and Kellin. It’s us. It’s whatever. Besides, if we ever stopped being friends, who the fuck would understand my obsession with these two or any of the bands we listen to? No one. Let’s get married now because I don’t think I can find anyone else who can talk to me about all my stupid shit and laugh with me and recite videos of them off of youtube and get a kick out of when I act like a child. According to your 25 year old vow, you’ve got about 5 years left to find the prefect man, and if he isn’t perfect for you, I don’t approve. You know I’m not afraid of speaking my mind. If he’s wrong, I’ll tell you. But don’t let me get in the way.
You deserve all the love in the world since you’re always giving yours to other people: close friends, distance friends, your brothers, and yes, even your parents at times. So here’s to you, babe. I hope you figure out what you want out of life and pursue it like your heart depended on it, because that’s what it will feel like. I’ve luckily found mine. I’m living and breathing art, for better or worse. Find your passion and go for it, no matter if no one else likes or understand it. We can be the outcasts together since I’ve signed myself up for getting weird looks the rest of my life. But maybe if I had a pretty girl like you by my side we could flip them off together and scream to our favorite music.
Whatever the future holds for you, know that I’ll be a text, a facebook wall post/message, a phone call, a skype call, about 41 hours and 255 miles away according to google maps, or no distance away at all in your heart. I will be there for you if you promise to be there for me to. Lets keep this friendship going, because I don’t think I can imagine anything without you in my life. I’d miss you too much.
And I don’t want the world to see me
‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand.
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.