Sunday, June 7, 2009

Letters: Camille

Camille,
I believe everything you say. I believe you the most when you say I know exactly what you mean. Why is that? I don't trust some of the most important people of my life, but I trust you. Perhaps because we're both completely insane and know it? Or maybe because we're the same people but in different versions. The more I get to know you, the more I see myself in you. I know that may sound strange, but when I say that I mean that I feel like you get me. It clicks with you. Some lightbulb in a foreign room flickers. I mean that. I wish I could go to school and get to see you and pass you notes during lunchtime. I wish I could meet someone like you. If I fucked up badly, Camille, I mean really badly, would you still be my friend? I don't know, what if we never see eachother or something, now I feel really dumb. I wish you the best of everything in life, because if maybe if girls like us make it through bit by bit then wow, wouldn't that give hope to many many others? Sometimes, really, I'm a bit of a dumbfuck, and I really need to look back and say "golly gee, you really outdid yourself there" and then i ask you something and you say stuff like "just live your life without overthinking it" and send me videos about 3D squirrels and shizz. Stuff like that, makes me laugh for hours and hours. It's funny because right before I go to sleep at night it makes me think "hah, that camille." I've never been a compliment moocher. But you make me feel like one sometimes, like right now. When you said my voice made you happy. WELL our convos make me happy. Maybe we just make eachother happy. Silly kid, I'd like you to come over for a sleepover to watch something dumb on tv and watch dumb things come out of eachother's mouths or something. IDK, am I getting to personal ? ^__^
You're an amazing person, kiddo. Believe me :]
You've been a good friend.


Yours,
Anahi

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