:: Oh, Look, A Tumbleweed ::

:: Friday, November 14, 2003 ::

Okay, I've directed a lot of posts towards one person recently, but I really need to talk about somebody else. So...you just hang tight for a minute.

Without giving away names, I enjoyed our phone conversation tonight. I feel so...calm with you. It may not be that peace I feel with this other person, but it's pretty damn close to it. I enjoyed making fun of ot-ter and other stuff. Overall, just thanks for being one of the two people I can talk to about problems and life...and I'm seriously getting kind of teary just writing this. I'm listening to The Luckiest right now, and it's hitting me in a more personal way and I really just can't believe how good a friend you are. There's so much I want to tell you but can't. When it comes down to graduation and I leave Northwest behind, you'll be one of the hardest to say goodbye to. I've put so much of myself into you that I feel as if you are one of three people that, when I say goodbye, I'll be saying goodbye to a part of me. I'm getting really sentimental right now, but it's all true. You've never annoyed me, and I highly doubt you ever will, hence, you are one of three would would survive my Douglas Coupland massacre. You've always been able to talk me into things, things I've sometimes felt awkward about, and you've put me in situations where I feel as if I'm insane. But beyond that, it's all in good fun. If I could hug you now and sob, I would. You mean that much to me.

*Sigh* Both of you are so important to me and it hurts to think of the possibility of never seeing either of you again. Thanks for putting up with my random bouts of self-loathing and depression and sometimes overall romantic cheesey-ness.

I know what's holding you back, but why I haven't done it yet baffles me.

:: Nick Friday, November 14, 2003 [+] ::