Letter to a Classmate

Letter to My Favorite Classmate

Dear classmate,

I assume you deserve the world but come what may I don’t think you continually see that. But I want you to know, I often locate my own self questioning what I did to deserve you.

You taught me what a soul mate truly is, and I wouldn’t be capable to survive barring having you in my life. You come into people’s lives with a cause and you trade them. You make each and every single person round you better, besides even realizing it.

You’re the man or woman that someone can solely live without if they’ve by no means lived with them before. You mild up each and every room and carry up every single person around you. People want you.

Because you’ll preserve them while they cry, and then be equipped to beat down the individual that made them cry ten minutes later. You’ll make them snicker even when they’re unhappy and you’ll forgive them for what they stated when they had been mad.

You agree with in them even when they don’t consider in themselves. You’re there for them even when they haven’t usually been there for you. And you care for them earlier than you even care for yourself.

You get to comprehend them down to their very core, even when they’re difficult to get to know. You go to conflict for the human beings that you love and do it besides even thinking. Love isn’t a choice for you. It’s just who you are and it makes you the most stunning soul I have ever known. Because your love isn’t fearful, or weak. It’s the most powerful pressure that I have ever felt—indestructible and unconditional.

But you’re now not only what each person else around you need. You’re all that you need. Because you are so tons better than you have even begun to realize. You’re straightforward and caring. You’re hilarious and intelligent. You’re sturdy and compassionate. You’re beautiful, and you’re fucking powerful.

Thank you first of all for accepting me and loving me for precisely who I am. This isn’t easy. I can be stubborn, tough and confusing, but you love and accept me for me. There are days I marvel when you’ll finally come to your senses and move on and find a new BFF, one who isn’t so complicated, however to my amazement, you never do. You tell me you’ll take the right with the bad, and when I query whether I have any correct left, you’re constantly there to reassure me and exhibit me that I do. Thank you for loving me in my dorky and challenging moments, moments the place if the rest of the world saw them, they’d in all likelihood stroll away. Thank you for grasping me as no one else does; if we didn’t have the connection we did, I can’t think about how lonely and large this world would feel. Because of you, this world appears like a little friendlier place, one I can see myself being a part of.

Thank you for being my biggest fan. Besides my family, you are my largest supporter, and I understand that when I win, you win, and when you win, I win. In this struggle we name life, it doesn’t count the number who’s in my opponent's corner, because I recognize I am constantly going to have you in mine, and that’s the pleasant asset I should ever ask for. You encourage me to chase my goals as no one else does, and I can tell that you truly hurt when I harm — not many human beings care about me in such a deep way. Whatever crazy dream I tell you I’m going to chase after next, you trust I can do it, even when the rest of the world thinks I’m loopy for even suggesting it. When something excellent happens, you’re the first man or woman I want to tell, and when something bad happens, you’re the first one I go to for support.