dancing. shouting. doing other great things in the process.

Kat –

I debated long and hard about making your letter for day one. However, once I read through the list I decided not to kill two birds with one stone, and thus your spot is firmly secured on day 8. I realize that you have a terrible time with expressing how you feel about people, and that’s totally understandable. I’m the same, as you know, but I’ve been working on it, as you also know. So here goes.

We met in an rpg that turned out to be filled with crazy people. I’m thinking we should tell people a cooler story. Like, maybe we met in the middle of a hurricane. Better yet, we were both spies for opposing sides of the war. When people ask which war, we can simply look astonished that they would be so disrespectful as to question us, then rant about young people these days. Perfect, no?

Admittedly, I was unsure about you at first. You were quiet, but when you spoke, you were weird. However, as time progressed, and the crazies surfaced, it was clear that you and I had to stick together like Titanic survivors floating on a door. And we continued to stick together through the years. I’ve never been more appreciative of a friend coming to my defense than I was with you.

It seems we’ve floated our way through a great amount of crazy water, and only a couple of times did we manage to nearly drown. While we aren’t quite zombie fetish, purple prose crazy, we do have our own problems, for one reason or another. Those problems have a tendency to clash, and this has caused us to have a few hiccups. You hold things in until you explode; I suck at explaining myself and get frustrated easily which makes situations worse. Things are said that shouldn’t be said, and feelings get hurt along the way. I think, at this point, we are above months-long arguments; I have to admit, when we manage to resolve tiny spats now with some nice words and explanations of our actions, I kind of want to give us gold stars for using our words.

You’re a talented person. I don’t think enough people tell you that. You’re lovely, and beautiful, and you should constantly feel like a million bucks. I know that you get down sometimes. I understand why. But you always should remember how fantastic you truly are. Own it. Live it. Love it.

I’m excited to try and make names for ourselves in L.A., and I can only hope that you’re half as enthusiastic about this friendship as I am. I know you’re going to be big. And I’ll be there to mooch off of you and live in your shadow.