Dear Nick, December 9, 2010
You're driving me crazy and to be honest, I don't even think you realize it. For one, I sense how stressed you are and it really worries me. I don't know why you won't talk to me about it and I mean, I really hope you know I'm here for you. I'm here for YOU, you're my best friend. If you read this, you'd look at me with that 'you're a freak' look where your forehead wrinkles, but honestly, even if I sound like a freak, you really need to know that I'm here for you and so is Demi. That's what best friends are for. I wish I could tell you everything like best friends should do-like Demi and I do, but honestly, truthfully, I can't. I can't because I can't walk up to you and say, 'hey! Just to let you know, you know, since we're best friends and everything, I have been head over heals for you since sixth grade. Sure, sometimes I just have friendly feelings for you, but my feelings have been so much stronger than just friends.' I'm terrified-honestly, I am. You scare me. Here you are, this bright, handsome, attractive guy, and I'm me. Sure, I'm pretty, not to sound conceded, but I'm so screwed up in ways that you have no idea. I haven't found my talent yet and you have. Do you know how hard that is? To tell you that? I'm not worth your time, but for some reason, you give it to me. You make feel whole inside- no matter how incredibly cheesy that sounds. I know you don't realize it, but you're incredible. You're extraordinary. When I'm feeling really depressed or stressed, I can talk to you and you make me laugh so hard I cry. I just wish you could be here when I'm home, sobbing on the floor from how bad everything hurts. Everything hurts, but you make it better, you make forget it when I'm with you. But when you leave, it all comes rushing back. Now you'd really look at me like I was weird. I wonder how you would take it, knowing all of this. Everyone. Everyone can see how crazy I am about you. If you knew I was, I wonder what would happen. You'd probably ignore me knowing that I'm not good enough for you. That's what scares me. Ever since I was three, you've been that guy. The guy I can point to, smile, and say 'see that guy? He's my best friend and little does he know, he's going to change the world someday.' I wish, I wish you knew that all of the 'you're a dork,' statements I say, I'm actually screaming, 'OPEN YOUR EYES! I LOVE YOU!' Yeah, I think I love you…I know I love you like a best friend, I know I'm head over heals for you, I know I love your crazy curly ringlets, your chocolate brown eyes, your personality, your talents, your shy laugh and your excited laugh. You sound like you're choking on your own breaths. Anyways, I know you'll probably never read this, but I had to get it off my chest.
Love Always,
Miley
