Your Friend

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Dear Chance,

               It's really nice to talk to you. I mean really nice. Recently we've been teasing and joking around with one another and it honestly makes my day. Right now, we have this thing going where I make fun of you being older by calling you old man or grandpa and tell you something along the line of " make sure to change your diapers or don't get to upset you may spoil yourself", "drink your prune juice", "Be careful not to break a hip" or my favorite was when you said "I hate you, I really do." I came back with "eh I'll live but you, on the other hand, don't have that many years left buddy." I was proud of myself for that one.

Last night I don't know how we got on this topic but you told me I made it into the group of friends' circle that know too much to leave. So, I asked if someone wanted to leave do they have to sacrifice a lamb, sheep or pig? Then you came back with you want to leave?...... I was shocked and of course, I didn't want to leave I had friends. So, I told you no I was just curious so you said lamb because you have no soul. You also told me I was part of the first three people you go too when you need help. I felt special and honored. It's nice being friends with you. Even though it took us a while to get here. I'm glad we finally made it. Of course, some things do still trigger fear and a hint of hurt but I know that will always be there. Sometimes I feel as if certain things I say bring up old painful memories and when you mention them. I let you talk about it because that's healthy before I change the topic so that way I can try to save or bring you back to having a good day. Things have changed and I'm so happy for that.

Looking back to just the first letter I sent you the feeling and pain were so real and raw now things are looking up. I may not be ballsy enough to come to you face to face because I'm much of a pussy. But it's okay, we're talking again. And you want to be my best friend if I would let you in more but I'm working on it

Your Friend,

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