When I wish to be gone from the earth,
sometimes I think about the fact that if I
knew me, if I had myself as a friend, and one day she just disappeared, I think that I would miss her.
Her crooked smile.
Her freckles.
Her imperfections.
Her weirdness.
The way she makes people laugh until they can't breathe.
The way she laughs the loudest in the room.
The way she dances like nobody else can see her.
I would miss her so much.
Who would stop in the street and take the turtles across the road?
Who would flash their lights at cars who forgot to turn their lights on?
Who would zip up strangers bags, button up their shirts?
Tie a random kids shoes?
Who would grieve so badly when someone dies that they don't even know that you would think they were their best friend?
Who would have to buy every stuffed animal they pick up so it doesn't feel abandoned?
Who would collect every little trinket and memorabilia from their life?
Who would try to pet every stray cat?
Who would keep their friends out til 7 am talking about life?
Who would buy little gifts randomly for their friends?
Who would give little girls the bracelets off their wrists?
Who would drive around and blast their music and pretend everyone was watching them?
Who would always try to cheer up their friends by making silly jokes?
Well, other people can do these things of course but the point is someone who did all of these things would just be gone.
You can't replace people.
Nobody can replace you.
You do special things that you may forget that make other people happy, even little things.
