Dear you,

I wonder if you know about yourself. I have way too much time on my hands to spend it scrolling down pages and reading your words again and again. I enjoy it too much.

Your pain is real and raw. Your words are ironic and have evolved from what you feel. And your honesty makes me envy you. Everything about you makes you wonderful.

The words you craft imprint somewhere in my mind. Once in a while a memory comes back and I smile. Even the ordinary ones have far too much meaning behind them. It makes you special.

Please never stop being so honest with your words because that's what makes them enchanting. You are real. And you're special.

Best of all, you're a great friend. The best I've ever had.

Love,
Ashypoo.