Honesty with you. Always. Because I care about you.
I don’t know why boys don’t like you. Honestly. Because I think you are beautiful, funny, talented, adorable, cute, sweet, caring, thoughtful, and wonderful.
I wish you were closer so we could get together more because I miss you so much.
I, too, get jealous of Brooke, sometimes. It isn’t fair.
I have gotten hit on before. I get hit on at work all the time, but its only because of my boobs. And I hate them. And the guys are creepy.
But, you are one of the most amazing people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing and calling my friend. You make me feel useful and talented and beautiful, and that’s a hard task. I wish I could make you feel like I do when you post pictures of me.
And, I hope you know, that you can call me whenever you need to. I love you and there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.