Saturday, May 14, 2011

This Is For My Face

Dear Face,

I love you.

You know that.

So, as we wind down these last fifteen minutes of the anniversary of the day of your birth, I want to simply say a few words about you.

I don't know what I would have done without you this past year. When I'm not around you or not somehow circling within the same world you are, I feel untethered, like I'm lost and floating in space. I don't know if that last sentence made sense, but as I wrote I pictured living in this apartment without you and it just felt like I was completely disconnected from everything. You keep me here and you keep me looking forward to each and every day because I know I'm going to smile, I know I'm going to laugh, I know I'm just going to forget everything and enjoy myself when you're near. And even more than that, I know I'm going to have someone to hug, someone to cry to, someone to complain to, someone to overanalyze with

And even more than that even more, I know I have someone to simply be with.

It's truly a remarkable feeling to feel completely loved and accepted as you are. I feel like just this year I've come to realize who those people are in my life and I'm not lucky, I'm blessed that you are one of them. I've never really had those kinds of friends before so as God brings these most amazing people, like yourself, to me more and more, I just keep getting surprised and overwhelmed by the beauty of their friendship and their impact on my life.

Though our friendship isn't one that spans decades, in the couple years I have known you, you have truly made an indelible mark on my life. You cannot and will not ever be replaced in my life because there is simply no one like you at all.

To everyone reading this who is not my Face--
"Hate us 'cause we are who are. Hate us 'cause you'll never get this far."

1 comment:

  1. At first I thought you were writing a letter to your face. And I was like, "How is it possible that your face was born prior to your birthday???" I'm a moron.


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