Dear A,
Please don't freak out on me
But . . . I think I love you
Not like the romantic kind
you weirdo
The kind of love that is
reserved just for best friends
I love how you get so excited
about something
you just have to share it
or when your excitement
gets the better of you
so you dance
the kind of crazy dance
you do in your seat
I love how you care so deeply
so deeply in fact that you'll try
EVERYTHING to cheer us up
even if it means to make a fool of yourself
how the HECK are you so caring?
I love . . .
how you know how each one of us tick
so you know just what do to
to make our boo boo's go away
I love it when you stare all dead-pan
at a teacher trying to understand
the importance of the assignment
and still not getting it
Anyway . . . please don't freak out on me
But I think I love you
Your BFF
P.S.
Well, maybe . . . I do love you . . . like the romantic kind of love :0
j.h
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