To Dylan

thirty-three

1:13 am

From Dylan:

i know that you want to ask about it

To Dylan:

yeah but i know that you don’t want to talk about it

To Dylan:

i learned that the last time i brought it up

From Dylan:

sorry

To Dylan:

stop apologizing

From Dylan:

but i’m sorry

To Dylan:

you don’t even have anything to be sorry for dylan

From Dylan:

i have a lot to be sorry for. like for whatever reason my dad hates me for. and for not being a good best friend. and then for unloading all of my shit onto you and making you stick around.

To Dylan:

hey :( your dad doesn’t hate you, and even then it’s not your fault. and you’re not a bad best friend, you could never be a bad friend. and i stick around because i want to. because i care about you. it’s more like you’re the one stuck with me really.

To Dylan:

so i was right you were wrong there’s nothing for you to be sorry for

From Dylan:

you don’t get it though. it’s like i’m the yin and you’re the yang.

To Dylan:

did you really just represent yourself as all things bad because you’re not

To Dylan:

maybe you don’t hear it enough but dyl just because you think you’re the yin doesn’t mean that you’re not somebody else’s yang. you might not like yourself but i think that you’re absolutely amazing and you’d blow me out of the water on any given spectrum. and i’m not just telling you that to make you feel good. i’m telling you that because you’re my yang and i hate that you don’t see that. i love you.

From Dylan:

thank you. i love you too.

To Dylan:

good. now get some sleep x