People dance in and out of people’s lives everyday. The cashier you buy your grape swishers from at 711, the old guy you sit next to on a plane, the girl you see walking into the elevator on the first floor of your dorm. Most people take human connection lightly. I don’t. You have me as a friend now. Meaning if you ever need to vent, ask advise, drunk dial, tell a story, laugh about something, or ask a question, you have my number for a reason. In a world with sharp edges, if you feel like talking to someone who won’t point them at you- I can be that outsider.
On a lighter note, I still like your poem :) keep me posted on your life over the next few months, thank you for everything, ADIOS SUCKAA
With some love,
Sunshine
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