6/6/20
dear someone,
i don’t want to say your real name because what if you see this one day. no i’m lying, you never will see this. maybe i just don’t want anyone else to know. who cares – let’s get on with it.
when i think of you i am always grateful. i wouldn’t say that you think of me as your best friend, and that is fine, but you have made a huge impact on my life and for that you are one of my best friends. i really thought i could get through this letter without feeling too vulnerable, but it’s looking like thats not going to happen. we’ve known each other for a long time now, yet i don’t think i really know a lot about you. somehow, you know a lot about me. you make me feel like it is okay to be in that vulnerable place with someone. the very first time i realized what had actually happened to me was when we were talking. what is that feeling called? an epiphany? it was that sudden realization that explained so much of my anger and sadness to me. it was your presence that made me feel safe in sharing so much vulnerability. don’t get me wrong, i’m still really fucked up and i’m confused and still really angry and sad. however i don’t think i would be open to finding help and open to talking about it, if it weren’t for you. one of my most confusing friendships is with you, but it is undoubtedly a friendship that i hold closest to my heart. i am going to cut this letter short, because i am rambling now. but to anyone reading this, you all deserve a someone that makes you feel heard, loved, and safe.
love, ruby
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