To the friend Wendy introduced me to:
You’re probably reading this and don’t realize the person I’m writing this to is you. Wendy does not refer to an actual person; it refers to the fast food chain that sells the spicy nuggs people are quickly falling in love with.
Now I hope you know it’s you.
I love the friends I have/had, but I always dreamed about having one friend who completely understood. I don’t know how to explain it, and I don’t want to screw myself up by trying to explain it. Just know, you’re the friend of my dreams.
I believe everything happens for a reason. I believe people are placed in certain places at certain times for a reason, whether we know what that reason is or not. With that being said, I think I ended up at Wendy’s to meet you.
It’s weird. I’ve known you for such a short amount of time, but it feels like you’ve been in my life for a lot longer.
However, I must confess: I’m a little scared.
My fear is that since you have so many people you call a friend, I don’t know who will stick around. I know you’re a first year, and being two years ahead of you makes me worry about the future of our friendship. This is a common insecurity of mine when I make friends who aren’t in my year (even the elderly ones), so I hope you don’t think it’s only you.
I hope we stay friends, though. If not, A) that’d be very disheartening and B) I’m beyond grateful for the memories we made/will make.
Through the short time I’ve known you, I’ve found things about myself that I need to work on to get parts of my life back on track, and I couldn’t be more grateful.
You’re a big powerhouse in a tiny body, and no matter what happens in the future, I hope you stay that way.
Don’t let anyone dull your light.
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