Dear boy, thanks for your friendship. Through the good and the bad the happy and sad you have been there for me. Through the tears that I shed I could always see your face hoping to cheer me up, and if you couldn't you let me cry on your shoulder. Thanks for listening to me go on and on about my horrible life. You always knew just the right time to criticize and the right time to just shut up and listen. You are like a brother to me, I knew you wanted more though. And when I was too blind to see that and I still went to you for boy problems, you listened patiently and didn't show any sign that I was breaking you heart into a million pieces. When it felt like the world had deserted me and no friends were coming back, you appeared and picked my weak body up off the floor. My love life was all messed up and still is, but you helped me straighten it out just a little bit. You never told me who to go out with and who not to go out with, but you always had a way of guiding me to the right guy. Now that I think of it, I should probably be going out with you instead of those other guys. You helped me see that not everybody is perfect. You should always look for the perfect cuts in a gem, not all of the flaws. But thatâ??s where your wrong. I can think of at least one person who is perfect, you. Youâ??re there to help in a time of need, youâ??re patient, funny, kind, serious, and many more and thatâ??s just to start. You listen to me whine and complain while showing wisdom far beyond your years. You show more maturity than I think is possible for a normal thirteen year old boy. And now I have a question. Could you come pick me up off the floor just one more time? Make me smile with a smile, make me laugh with your laugh and I think Iâ??ll be happy.
Sincerely, Sammi
