Love is for Losers, and Best Friends.

Why is it we always fall for our best friends? Is it because we know we can trust them? Is it because we know them so well? Is it because of the way they know exactly what’s going on in our heads? Or is it because they are there any day, anytime, anywhere without the promise of kisses, intimate touches or whispered sentiments of love? I think we love them because they are there when there is nothing in it for them except for that little glimmer of hope that maybe someday there will be.

I would give anything to do it all over again.

I remember those nights I use to stay up until 4 in the morning just to catch a few moments with your big green eyes and that deep, charming laugh. I remember the times you would drunkenly profess your love for me, and the awkward laughter we’d share the next time we spoke and it was mentioned. I remember the crazy messages I use to get from girls who thought we were just a tad too close.

I remember the exact date we started talking, but I don’t remember when I realized I had fallen in love with you. I remember choosing to be your friend, but I don’t remember ever making the conscious decision to be there through thick and thin, no matter what.

I remember the night I kissed you and the way it felt when we had to leave.

I remember most everything, and I would go back to that first year with you in a heartbeat if I could.

This is breaking my heart.

But I won’t give up hope.



Your letter is ready to be addressed and mailed. You’ll be stationed a week or so before it reaches you.

Make it home safely.

Make it home to me.
Change your mind of all the things we could be.

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