Tuesday, December 14, 2004

i'm writng about you.i'm smiling just thinking. can you remember the day we first met? you were pretty frward and honest; i admired that. there are a lot of fake people in this world. you were real to me, and riht off the bat, i loved you for that. you encouraged me, challenged me to speak my mind. i had been hiding behind them, and you, being the perceptiveindividual you are, saw right through me.i became vulnerable to you and you to me, but we didn't take advantage of each other, as some people might.
sometimes, when i'm walking down the street,i wonder how people will see me.our world is composed of stereotypes - each person carries his or her views like a shield.isn't it funny how people are afraid of differences?but when we're together, i never wondered what people thought.it just didn't matter.
life is sweet.but of course, as there always is a silver lining, there can also be a thunderstorm. that makes me cry...at night.i'm glad that we have not let them win. isn't it funny how people can take something as simple and beautiful as love and turn it into a struggle? i can honestly that i would gladly repeat all those nights i cried myself to sleep. a friendship like yours is worth more than any of that..much much more.



margret at Tuesday, December 14, 2004

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