My dearest friend,

My love for you
Does not come crashing
with the winds of the storm.

Nay, rather it comes
with all the funny things that you do,
all the silly pictures that you pose for,
all the sad letters and the cheesy lines
you spew from your arrogant mind.

I know that I should not be happy
when I recieve the sadness that you bleed, broken bottles full of need.

But I cannot help loving you
for all that you are.
I adore the poetry.
I also adore you.

I hope we can talk soon, really talk, just the two of us in our fragile pocket of this universe. Just me. Just you.
Reply soon.

Sincerely, me