Tuesday, August 28, 2012

For once in my life I don’t have to try and be happy, when I’m with you it just happens.

Why do people judge you before they meet you? Why do they label you before they meet you? Why do they talk bad about you behind your back when you have done nothing wrong? Why do they take your friends and tell them lies to try to get you to stop hanging out with you? Makes a person wonder what hole these people have inside them that they feel the need to do those things. I don’t have those answers. To tell you the truth, I hope I never have those answers because that would make me one of them. One of those people that passes judgment on people they don’t know and spread lies about people they might have been friends with but now will never have the chance. 

Being friends isn't about where you come from, what you wear, what music you listen to, how you talk or what you look like. Being friends isn't about how long you've known someone, it isn’t about who you’ve been friends with before and it isn’t about who you’re starting to become friends with now. It’s about being with people who make you feel good about yourself. People who think you’re funny or nice or quirky or whatever, because they just want to hang out and they actually care about you. If you've been friends with someone for ten years and they’re not very nice anymore then maybe it’s time to drift away for a while. If you were friends with someone years ago and suddenly they’re in your life again, maybe it’s time to offer up a second chance. The best things in life are unexpected. 

The people that I've come to rely on the most, I wouldn’t have necessarily expected to meet -but I love them. I love all of them. The people who matter don’t judge me and the people who judge me don’t matter. They aren’t my judge. Unless they’ve lived my life they can’t judge me -because they don’t know, never have known and never will know every little thing and detail about me, about how where I’ve been and what I’ve done and what people have done to me has made me who I am. They can take it or leave it because this is what I am. I make mistakes, I’ve hurt people on accident, I’ve done things that I’m not proud of -but I’m not ashamed of who I am and I’ll never pretend to be who I’m not. 

Friendship has many memories, some good, some bad -but all important. A real friend is someone who walks in when the rest of the world walks out, who sits next to you knowing that sometimes saying nothing says everything. Someone who doesn’t care who’s known you the longest or what time it is when they call you. Someone who understands your past when you’ve forgotten where you’ve been and believes in your future when you’re blind. Someone who will stop you from saying something you’ll regret but will jump out to defend you without fear of the consequences. Someone who’s brave enough to say exactly what’s on your mind, someone who grabs a shovel without question when you say you have a body to bury. Someone who holds your hand when you want to run away , someone who will run with you through the middle of the street in the pouring rain, someone who can tell the difference between a silly crush and something much more than that. Someone who will wave to random strangers and sing inappropriate songs at the top of their lungs in public just to make you laugh. Friends who keep your feet on the ground while you head’s in the clouds, and who believe in your dreams even if it means they might have to say goodbye at some point. Friends want what’s best for you…

Life's too short to be who you're not, it's too short to spend with people who don't care about you, or who you don't care about. Be happy in this moment, because this moment is your life.

Promises are everything but once they're broken, sorry means nothing. So here are the very few promises I'll ever make to a friend:
I promise to be the best me that I can be, and only me, no one else.
And I promise to be here for as long as you need me, be that days, months, or the rest of our lives.
Friends matter. Treat them right.

Love,
Alice

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