There are few people in this world who know me as well as I do or more. Annie is one of those people. This is an excerpt from one of her blog posts about me.
I like the way you write. Your words are beautiful and from the heart; you're inspirational, no matter how modest you decide to be and deny it. I like the way you know exactly what your faults are, and you accept them, not deny them; I like how you're strong, but fragile at the same time- nonetheless, nothing has ever stopped you from being who you are. I like how you're a people-person, always attempting to make friends, and keep them. You've got this spirit about you, that charismatic aura around you, that I admire immensely. I like your creativity, your sudden bursts of ideas, the way you never hesitate to slap the hell out of me when I'm being an idiot. And no, I'm not being a masochist- I need someone to tell me off sometimes. It's love. I like how you can relate to me so well, how you understand the bad things I think of, but tell me that it's okay, because it means I'm human; I like the way you have the same capacity as me to love- we both care until every tiny little thing affects us on a personal level, leaving scars, but I like how, despite being pushed down so many times, you always get back up.She wrote the things that I've always wished to be true about me. Although she writes much more beautifully than I, it makes me happy that she says you loves my words. What got me most is that she said I'm inspirational. If you've actually taken the time to look through my blog, my very first post said that I wanted to change the world. Perhaps not the world, but something similar on a much smaller scaler. To be told that you're inspirational is a great feeling. It means that I'm doing something right. It means that if I just keep doing what I'm doing, someone else will feel it too. I love how Annie notices the little subtleties in my posts. How she said I know my faults and accept them. How she said I'm strong yet fragile. They're all true. It may not seem so considering my age, but I do know myself pretty well. I'm very aware of the things I do. However, I've never been aware of my charismatic aura. That's the one thing I don't seem to see. To be honest, I don't see myself as a charismatic person at all. I like how you know that I'm not one to give up.
The thing is, I had a relatively long day and seeing this post really made my day. Because it meant that someone's noticing the little things. Someone's taking notes. Someone knows the real me, and I didn't even have to say it. I'm not sure if you noticed, but I snuck in things I love about you. Like your amazing way with words. It'd be a waste if you didn't be come a writer. There's an air of sophistication and wisdom when you write. That is not a lie. I don't lie, remember? I like how you're so perceptive. Most people go through their lives and never take the millions of hints that their friends drop. I love how you work so hard in school. You're so determined to do well and you'd never take the easy way out. I wish I was that type of person. You're the least lazy person I know. There's so much of you that I wish was a part of me. I love how you're easily frustrated because it means you care about everything you're doing. The way you're so adamant about your decisions. I love how you'd never hesitate to hurt the first person who touches a single strand of hair on my head. I love how you care more than most people. I love the way you text me when you're down. I know I'm not always able to reply quickly, and I don't always know what to say but to know that you look to me when you're upset. That means more to me than anything in the world. I know I don't know the daily ongoings on your life, and you don't know the daily ongoings of mine, but I know that if I ever needed you, you'd be there & vice versa. I know there was a boy involved recently that you've yet to tell me about and I'm sure I'll hear about it this weekend.
I'm hoping this made your day in some way. Now go out there and rape that test honey. You've got this ♥
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