Hello friend,
I bet right now you are wondering "why is she writing this", well, because...I love you. Platonically anyway. You have been here for me for a really good 3 years. And now it's my time to be there for you.
I didn't realise it at first, I just thought you were going through a phase of being quieter than normal. But it's past the due date for it to be over.
I remember when we first became friends, it was because of your cousin, and let's thank him again, because if it wasn't for him, for you, I wouldn't be the person I am today.
Besides the point, what I want you to know is that, I know you can't turn to your family, you probably don't wanna turn to me, but please, I don't want you to suffer. I want to help you.
Even if it means not answering you, just listening to your problems. Maybe we could just read for the day, or listen to music. Or even watch Criminal Minds if that helps. I just had a thought, let's hope will all those murders, you won't use any on me.
You're special to me. My heart broke that day, you and, let's call her Maya, started hanging out. You guys were so close and I didn't know what to do. I don't want to lose you again.
I'm not going to be as helpful as everyone else. But all I can do is just be there. Maybe we could just have a movie marathon.
If we somehow lose contact this year, I want you to remember the time where you were pulling the string attached to the light, and as you pulled it down I bent down to fart. Well, the light turned on before I could let it rip, so we laughed for a good 10 minutes.
Remember when it was your birthday, and we went off to the city? I felt so happy, we got to get all dressed up, had a beauty thing, and we got matching shirts.
In case you were wondering, I still have that shirt, although it doesn't fit me anymore. It stays in my 'Box of Memories'. I still have that picture of you, me and Casper, that you gave me for Christmas that one year.
I remember the Saturday's we spent helping out at the canteen or just sitting in the club house sending each other memes, even though we were right next to each other.
I don't know if this is the end of you, my dearest friend, but please, before you do anything, tell me.
I'm breaking apart writing this. I'm worried sick. I won't tell anyone. All I want to do is help you, even if that means I have to leave.
Please Georgia, don't go...
