Remember      that day when you and I stayed up late night in the cabin
giggling at our girl scout leaders when we figured out
how to dim the lights in our bunks? We thought we were
so cool because we were being "rebellious" as we stayed up
until nine o'clock at night.

When         our biggest problem was whether or not we would see each
other before we had meeting, and if we didn't, what the
other person had been up to for the time we had been apart.

We             didn't, no, couldn't imagine that the world was going to end
up ******* us both over. Neither of us was prepared for the
days of middle school, where we barely talked, except for
Sundays, when we'd (I, reluctantly, you, passionately) go to
church, and sit together (sometimes) in the service, we

Were                           even less prepared for high school. Where so much
happened to you that I am amazed and thankful that our
friendship has survived. We've fought, gone silent, screamed,
and cried, and Hell! I almost ******* lost you so many *******
times. And now, the one lie that we both spout at each other, is
that we're okay. And really, do either of us believe the other
when we say that we're

Okay?                                                     ­                                           I Love You