Not many flaws
are tolerable but when an imperfect being births a near-perfect story, you
begin to see how inadequacies don’t matter.
When
you let go but don’t hit the ground, then it means you’re flying; humiliating
gravity.
I
still don’t know the word for it but with you, I feel free and I haven’t hit
rock bottom. That has to be a good sign because I feel like I’m shaming all my
low expectations.
You’ve
taught me a great deal and because I’m not about to let your head burst, I’ll
tell you the simplest of them.
I
have learnt that friendship is arguing even when there’s nothing to argue about
just because both of you feel like yelling is the best way to say “I care”.
I
have learnt that friendship is accepting silly names like Naaaaaaaaaaaazzzzzz,
My Gee, Nana and Ogbeni just because for some reason, your friend finds them
endearing.
I
have learnt that friendship makes you do silly stuff like chase a guy around
the mall for a hug just even though you’ll get to see him in a couple of
months.
I
have learnt that friendship is when the only name that makes sense for your
friend is ‘marshmallows’
I
have learnt that great friendship makes you forget why you ever thought words
like trust and loyalty were ridiculous.
I
have learnt that you can’t be that ‘normal’ you in great friendship; you have
to be the ‘better you’ whether or not you consent to it.
I
have learnt that in great friendship, distance and time are nothing but
meaningless English words.
I
have my doubts not because you’re horrid but because I ask myself if anyone can
really be this nice.
I don’t know how your ear drums
deal but I really appreciate your listening to my rants and husky laughter.
I don’t know how you manage to see
through me but I appreciate your always being there with the right words, jokes
and expressions.
I don’t know if you really are a
magical mirror but I like who you tell me I am.
I don’t know if it’s a spell but I can’t
think of anyone else who has made me guzzle a lifetime number of questions in
six months.
I don’t know how you got me to
write this silly thing but my hands are glad you did.
I don’t know why but I’m willing to
be that friend that your kids call to complain to when you and your wife are
being annoying grinches.
I don’t know what else to say since
you practically bullied me into doing this piece but I have to say that
I CARE ABOUT YOU (22x) and I LOVE YOU FROM RAPUNZEL’S
SCALP TO HER HAIR TIPS, AND BACK (22x).
YOU ARE AN ABSOLUTELY AMAZING PERSON; YOUR HEART HAS
TO BE MADE FROM CHOCOLATE, ROSES, GLITTERS AND WELL…BLOOD. (For some reason the
bizarre analogy above feels right. Shhh!!!)
YOU ARE FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH POTENTIAL AND
CHARACTER; FIND YOUR PURPOSE AND HONE THESE ENDOWMENTS.
IF YOU WILL SEARCH GOD OUT, YOU WOULD FIND THAT ALL
YOUR DREAMS CAN BE ANSWERED PRAYERS.
I HAVE NO REGRETS IN BEING YOUR FRIEND. I HOPE I’M
RIGHT CUZ IF NOT, YOU’LL MAKE ME HATE MARSHMALLOWS AND THAT ALONE IS A CRIME.
HaPpY
BiRtHdAy MaRsHMaLlOwS!!!!!!!!
God
Bless You!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Have A bLaSt!!!!!!!!!
P.S-
SINCE I’M NEVER THIS NICE TO YOU, I THINK YOU SHOULD PRINT THIS OUT, LAMINATE
IT AND STARE AT IT FOR THE NEXT ONE YEAR CUZ I JUST RAN OUT OF NICENESS!
