ugh, another tall girl problem.
You and your tall friend have nick names like “The Twin Towers”
In 8th grade, this kid in my class used to call my best friend and I twin towers because we were both 5’11. I had no idea what the twin towers were…until the following year when 9/11 happened.
I miss you so much…
I hate it. I sit here. Bored. Alone. Nothing else to fill my mind with. And I cry I ache I miss you so bad. I wish I could just pack a bag and fly to you. Even if its just for the weekend. Just for the day. A minute. Anything. I’d do it. I know we have had our bad times lately, but it doesn’t change my feelings. I still love you very much and I still miss the fuck out of you. Being so far from you still feels like a nightmare. I want to go home so badly. I want to go home. Where I belong. Where I feel safe. What do I do. How do I get through this okay. The past three months have been hell and even though time goes by fast. It’s not fast enough.
Tonight I fall asleep a happy girl…
I know we only talk on the phone once a week. But it was never for more than 10 minutes. Tonight we talked for a couple of hours. I want to thank you, because I really needed that. This week, well the past couple of weeks have just been horrible. But tonight, I forgot it all. Being able to actually talk. Laugh. Joke around. I needed that. It was just like when I was home with you. And being able to hear you laugh, your voice, you just sound so happy. It made me feel really good. I swear I could just shut my eyes and be there with you. I love you so very much, you will never understand the way you make me feel, but I thank you. I don’t know where I’d be without you. You always have this magical way of saving me. Always have.