For my Friends, Part Two

Andrew. You total freak.

I know you'll never see this, you computerless shut in. But words had to be said.

What I like most about you is that you can see me falling apart at the seams when most people would never guess. And you don't say a thing. You respect my small, misplaced pride.

For my Friends, Part Three

Chris. You gangly romantic.

You remind me of being young. The faith you place in me and the way you look up to me give me strength where it wasn't before. I have watched you come such a long way from, what, was it age sixteen? You make me proud. Not because of what you are, but because of how you face life face first and covered in blood and tell me that you learned it from me. You make me laugh, and you make me scream, and you make me cry. You force me to live. And sometimes, I need that... sometimes I would rather hide under the bed.

You help me more than you know. Every single day. Thank you.

For my Friends, Part Four

Holly... you little crowbird.

Been a while, I know. And you're another one who'll probably never read this.

Your spirit looks like glitter sprinkled on sunlight oak. You're fizzy. Everytime I picture you in my minds eye, you're standing in trees and sunlight. I have incredible admiration for your ability to not get completely bogged down in life's mud, and for the way you seem to walk without your feet touching the ground. You can make me laugh while I see everything I love crumbling. You could turn me gay with a wink and a nod. Maya is the least strongest in you.

For my Friends, Part Five

Bryce, you're a tragic figure.

:::laughs::: What can I say? You are Shakespeare's dream come true. Tragic and comic, all in one little brown haired burrito.

I love your laugh, and the way your eyes shine. I love your courage when you're not afraid of how you feel, or ashamed to express it. I respect your determination to be you even when people make fun of you for it.

I like your funny eyebrows. I like how you make me laugh. I like how you shout, when you're angry, or when you're happy. It shows how close your heart is to the surface.

For my Friends, Part Six

Richard.

I love how you always seem to be searching for something. When you find it, you search then for something else. Do you take joy in these discoveries? Your intellectual approach to life is the perfect foil to my elemental and base approach. You are the scalpel where I am a bludgeon.

Crap

I hate to see love die.
I hate to see people make children cry.

All of my friends are going through heart-rending breakups. It's taxing for me. :::sigh:::