81 - BPARK
Dear Blair Parkinson,
I am calling you out by name.
Because I’m dramatic AF (as you already know.)
But also BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.
I love that you can call me out on my bullsh*t and still
make me laugh while doing so. I love that you have been
one of my best friends since we were 11 years old.
I love how we could go from being Twilight obsessed 14 year olds to sitting on my kitchen floor giggling at 15 when we had a beer for the first time (and thought we were wasted). To learning to drive at 16. To sneaking into bars at 17 and pretending to be in college while we made out with strangers. To all the parties and adventures we went on. To falling in and out of love during college. To exploring Paris. To exploring who we really are. But it wasn’t just the fun stuff. You were there for me during some of my most painful times. I have never forgotten how you saw me at my worst and you never left my side. But also how you cheered me on as I came out of my shell. And how you have been an endless lifeline of support of my art since the very beginning.
Because I’m dramatic AF (as you already know.)
But also BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.
I love that you can call me out on my bullsh*t and still
make me laugh while doing so. I love that you have been
one of my best friends since we were 11 years old.
I love how we could go from being Twilight obsessed 14 year olds to sitting on my kitchen floor giggling at 15 when we had a beer for the first time (and thought we were wasted). To learning to drive at 16. To sneaking into bars at 17 and pretending to be in college while we made out with strangers. To all the parties and adventures we went on. To falling in and out of love during college. To exploring Paris. To exploring who we really are. But it wasn’t just the fun stuff. You were there for me during some of my most painful times. I have never forgotten how you saw me at my worst and you never left my side. But also how you cheered me on as I came out of my shell. And how you have been an endless lifeline of support of my art since the very beginning.
I know the other night you were joking, when you said you were waiting for your mandala. But I don’t think you know how deeply that touched my heart. I make so many mandalas and I write so many poems. I throw them out in the world and I forget that people are actually reading them. When you told me this, I felt so honored. It showed me people are actually reading what I’m writing. And I know this is way overdue. But girl, I needed time to practice. So that I could make you the perfect mandala.
Anyways. You are one of my most favorite people in the whole world. You can make me laugh so hard I start crying, literally every time we hang out. You have always seen me for who I really am. If everyone had a best friend like you, the world would be a better place. I’m not sure how I got so lucky. But I am grateful everyday. I love you forever and ever and ever and always.
From my heart to yours,
Sara
Sara
p.s. If you move to New York now that I have finally moved home, I will for real be so bitter... LOL JKJKJK I love and support you always (but seriously come back to Chicago please.) xoxo.
-sas