Wednesday, December 29, 2010 10:50 PM
我很爱你
So... I don't actually know you that well. Never had any classes with you but I really wish I had. Getting to know you has been fun because you're, to describe you in one word, kind. It's not an excessive amount either which would prompt me to wonder if you're fake because people who are nice to everybody are either hypocrites or doing it for self satisfaction. Or both. From the little I've talked to you, I know you're a realistic person. Which is refreshing. You're willing to do very much for your friends and I respect that about you.
You. Are. So. Very. Stupid.
Actually, you're not. You're not stupid at all. You're very smart. That's what makes everything more frustrating. I know you have such a great mental capacity but you're stupid nonetheless. Truthfully, I can't even fathom how your brain works. How can such a smart person lack so much common sense? I wish you'd be more honest with me.
I don't really like talking about personal things about myself. I don't trust people. No matter what people say, no matter how much they say you can trust them... if you want to keep something to yourself, you'd better not tell anybody. I crash through life with this mentality, but you're one of the few people I trust more than none. Honestly, I still don't trust you 100%, but I don't trust even myself that much. If I have something I want to say, you're one of the only people I feel like I can turn to. I love you very, very much. When I was being stubborn and unreasonable, you helped me see reason. Your patience has saved me from myself.
When you're sad, I don't know what to do. I hate to see you when you're feeling down because it makes me feel weak and useless. I love your smile and wholeheartedly hope for your happiness. You mean so much to me and you were one of the first friends I made in high school. I'm so glad I know you. When I felt ugly, hated, and alone you were beside me. You don't know how much you've done for me... but I do.
I miss you so much I could cry. Even though we don't talk that often anymore, I still trust you more than anybody. Do I make sense anymore? Probably not. You don't have time for me, I don't have time for you. When we talk, there's so much that needs to be said and we always run out of time. I'm most comfortable with you. When we're together, we don't need to do anything exceptional or riveting. I'm content with just talking to you. Although, with you, there's no such thing as "just talking." Talking is not simple or frivolous. You mean the world to me.
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