Now it's your turn. You are probably the one friend i can count on to be totally honest with me at all times. Not only about me but about yourself. I know you don't tell me everything, that's okay because i don't tell you everything either. But on the whole you are very open. YOu have very polar moods. Not bi polar but a wide range of mood i mean. Some days you can be all gloom and it makes me think and question. Other days you are happy and dare i say it "peppy" and you make me laugh. I find it hard to not join in with your antics. You have a way of getting past my armor ans shields and forcefields and well you get the picture and help the real me to come out. For that i thank you. You have probably affected me the most in how i view the world around me and my beliefs about everything. You ahve taught me to think and discover for myself. Not just believe it because other people say so but to question it and only believe it if i find it true. You have me to stop getting spoon fed by other people and become more of an individual. Not only do you do all of this just cause i am your friend. You show time and again that you really care. that you care if i have a good day or not. Not like other people who ask just to make conversation, you really care. that has made me be honest when i say "good" or "okay" or "nyeh". Tht means a lot to me. And despite my best efforts of caution i have come to care for you more than i anticipated. I am still learning how to show you how much i care but for me stuff like that is hard. well, enough mush. I think your great. I hope the years to come are filled with more time with Dulce.
NOTE: Don't worry your hair looks great, it always does.
Name a time when Dulce really showed her care for you.
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Dang. Good post.
ReplyDeleteTo be honest, I have a hard time finding an occassion where she REALLY showed tremendous care. That may be either because we're just so used to each other, or I'm totally oblivious. But whenever she's at my house, and we hang out ... watch television, play some cards, and talk, I feel really connected.
Oh wait, I just thought of an occassion: eighth grade. Even though she kindof feared that I would lash out (and sometimes I probably did) she helped me get through depression, something that I had never dealt with before.
Vicky, you know my heart goes out to you!
(NOTE: Holy crap, I'm next. there's no way I'm gonna top dulce's post!! *fumes in a corner*)