May 11, 2011
Do you remember the day we met? Do you remember the first word I spoke to you? I still remember what you were wearing that day. No you weren’t wearing a red dress with red high heels and your hair in curls. You were you, nothing but a regular T-Shirt and jeans. And from that day forward I had this feeling that there was something more to you then physical beauty.
Was it love at first sight? Maybe, now most people would say that I had a “Crush” on you or that I “Liked” you. Were they right? No, they didn’t know what was going on in my crazy head. I admire you and like you for something you have and no it’s not because you’re pretty, which isn’t important. It was your heart and the love you had inside, it’s something we both have had since we were eight, but I noticed it in you every time we talked, even when I passed you in the hallway I knew you were strong.
But then the cruel, insensitive part of man showed itself. Rumors began to spread like wild fire about “You And I”. You know how things became awkward between us; we could never have a conversation without people talking behind our backs. Maybe you thought as well that I “Liked” you? Maybe you thought soon I’ll be “Over you”? Well truth is I was never into you in that way.
Then that tragic day struck when somebody I thought I could “trust” went and spread the lie to you. That really made things awkward between us from that day forward. It was so hard for me for the next month and a half as I would wake up and remember that you were told a lie about me, and now you think the only reason I’m talking to you is because I “Like” you. You have no idea how hard it was to look you in the face because I knew you were told something about me that isn’t true. I desperately want to just spend a few minutes with you and actually tell you what’s really going on. But sense I’ll probably never have that chance I’ll explain it now.
I admire you for your faith, even though physically you’re very pretty that’s not what makes me admire you. I can’t begin to tell you how amazing it was meeting you on May 11th, whether you knew it or not. You’re the friend I’ve always wanted. You’re the type of Godly young lady I would like to be my friend. I’ve seen you around other people when you have no idea I’m around. You’re the same person all the time, you don’t have a double-life, you’re you. And all I have ever wanted is for you to be my friend, one more person to have my back. I hope you understand that I don’t “Like” you, rather I like you as a sister in Christ, and all I’ve ever wanted was to get to know you better so can be good friends, regardless of how stupid other people can be. Yeah sure you might find this someday, and I’m not ashamed of anything I wrote, because nothing here is a lie. You may think this is romantic, and well maybe it is but I hope you understand what I’m trying to say. Thank you for not believing those rumors, I hope we can both be friends without stupid things as rumors. Because the truth is, you’re a friend worth fighting for.