(best friends forever) hopefully

To my best friend. 

What's do I say to someone who knows me better then a Chris Brown song? Well, you are the Kayne to my Kim. You are the smooth to my sunset. You are the sugar to my cookie. You are truly the cream of the crop. You are a Mona Lisa if I've ever seen one. 

I'm writing this because I never give you enough credit. You've done so much for me. I hope you can say the same about me. And I know it hurt you when I was away with him everyday. You never said anything because we never fight. I could see it in your eyes. And don't get me wrong I missed you. But when the days are counting down, and your his only friend left, and he kisses you like your the only thing in the that matters in the world it's really hard to tell him "maybe tomorrow." 

But I'm here for you now and I'm here to stay. Because you're the only person at this school I will miss after graduation. Because you get me. Because we are identical twins that were split at birth. Because you are me. 

So here's to our good times. Our crying our eyes out times. Here's to our car rides where we sing our hearts out. Here's to our 3 hour long stories. Here's to our times where we almost died. That number is a littleeeee too high. But that's okay. Because we had FUN. We always have fun. You + Me = the best nights of my life. I'm writing this because you, you are my favorite part of high school. And I don't say that enough. 

How to: mend a broken heart.

I'm writing this because I can't stand too see you with that girl who everyone says is beautiful. She looks mediocre to me. You've cut me so deeply so many times the love that bloomed in my heart for you is far too wilted to be salvaged. Still your face drives large nails through my brain. 

You know, it was selfish love. 

We stole, hit, burned and destroyed each other. Lies coming and going like kids on Halloween. Those lies never leapt from my lips. My lips were far too devoted to you. And maybe that's why it hurts so damn much. I was so hopelessly devoted to you. I would sit in the back seat just so I could stare at you in wonder. I would ride home on a cloud thinking how did I ever get so lucky?

Luck is for the ignorant. I was naïve. 

You're reading this so you can figure out how to get over you're ex. 

But you know we were never good for each other. You're too rebellious and I'm too heavy. Our hearts never beat together. I just forced mine to synchronize to yours. 

And you know, that's why we were a hurricane in December.

Yes I know you're still there. Keep reading I still have you in mind. 

Look at him. Seriously stare at him. Take a look from you're newly unfogged eyes. Love blinds you. You think he's a God, but in reality he has way too much acne and is about as mature as an 8th grade boy in a health class. 

Write. Write. Write. Write. Write about the good, bad, lonely, sad, horrible, breath-taking times. After reflecting you'll realize he caused your heart more trauma than he caused it too putter. 

Kiss a boy. Kiss a thousands boys. Because this is high school. High school isn't for marriage. It's for running for miles in fields with no clothes on. It's for being care free with no real responsibilities. Honey, you'll probably realize he actually kissed like a fish. Mine kissed like a trout.

Time. You need time. I'm still not over my teenage heart throb (@nickjonas) but I can listen to "when you look me in the eyes" with out crying now. I applaud myself for that. 

Distance your self. Be with your friends and your cat. Kiss a boy with beautiful eyes. Have a million girls nights. Jump on the tramp by yourself in the rain. Go to red mango everyday. Suddenly all at once, you'll realize you can like his picture with that mediocre girl because you're FINALLY free of him.

Birds eye view

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

                                    
Look up. Look up. My head strains, it twists. Look up. The clouds are so fluffy. Look up. The sky is a large swimming pool. That one looks like a bunny. No a mule. Look up. Rain drops kiss our face. Look up. Hail beats up our special place. Look up. Stars glisten a galaxy away.

Look up. The moon does a dance with the spicy sun. He hangs by a thread attached to no one. Look up at a picture too beautiful for words. Look up. Up. Up.

                                       
Wow their cars drive so fast. Look down. Their lips do a silly dance with one another. Look down. They run so care free into the steady trees. Look down. They scale mountains with ease and no trapeze. Never looking down.
                                     

I watch and I worry when daddy comes home. Why does Sally have a mommy but Lily is so alone. I hate watching them suffer I envy their joy. Sometimes I wish I was a young boy. I can't help but love to look down, to stare. I watch the laughs, songs, the beautiful pairs. I shower them with rain so they can dance, kiss  



I sprinkle beautiful flakes to bring them sheer bliss. They don't know I look down in return to looks up. So I radiate pink in return for their love. I make them cotton candy hanging above.

                                    

I give them something to fantasize, to think. I love the adoring looks up. My dear old friends don't forget to look down. Look down at your son the clone of his father. Look down at the old cancerous mother. Look down standing there is your beautiful lover. Look down to see your heartless, amazing world. Because in a blink of an eye you'll be 85 and life is no longer on your side.
So look down. Then once again look up. Up. Up

                                                                         

Different

Since I am always so serious here is some baby animals. If this doesn't melt your heart you're a robot.

XOXO: Gemma