Six Years Later....
So usually when I do things like this, it’s like a history lesson. Usually I take us back in time to where we start coming back to one another; but for once, there isn’t a new story to tell of when you and I came back together because finally we’ve found a way to stay. I suppose if I’m being honest I wasn’t sure for a while that’d we’d make it this far -- Hell I’m sure everyone was sure we’d never be able to make our friendship work let alone anything else, but we’ve done it. We have finally done it, and it’s so fucking beautiful. More so than I would have ever been able to imagine. I’ve known for actual years that I more than wanted you in my life, that you were a need. I know there were plenty of times where it felt like I hated you, where I even said I hated you, but even with us both taking those words back, even with us both saying those words; I can look back and see just how much we just didn’t know how to coexist. We’ve pushed one another to limits that most people wouldn’t have even survived. But you and I did, we always did in one way or another -- and I can honestly tell you that I love you more for all that we’ve been through. You know me, always waiting for the other shoe to drop, always waiting for people to see me how I see me, but you never did. Not really anyways. In all the times that I needed to be picked up, you were the one to do it -- in one way or another. You have always pushed me to be a better version of myself, even when we’re not in one another's lives, you were always there. Not just because for some reason we couldn’t stop talking about one another negative or otherwise; but because from the moment we met you and I had something. Something both of us didn’t know what it was, something neither one of us could really handle or control but it was there, it was always there. No matter how many times you and I (and even others), tried to kill it. We never died. We never let go. My hand was in yours, and yours in mine for the last 6 years. I could not ask for a better person to lift me up, to force me to look in the mirror and not see the ugly person I always saw looking back at me. This day isn’t just your birthday, it's not just another year you’ve been on the planet. It’s the day that the universe, or even God if that’s what you want to believe brought me the actual other half of me. If people are created in pairs, you’re my pair. My partner. ‘Cause you and I are exactly the opposite types of a person, but because of that we’ve managed to bring the best out in one another (and sometimes the worst, but let’s not talk about that.) Words will never tell you just how happy I am that I found you, or that you found me. I will never be able to really thank you, for just being who you are and loving me as much as you do -- even if you’re the biggest uimi in the entire world. Nothing that you say or do, will ever make me not love you or actually want you in my life. I know you hate Chuck and Blair together but what she says to him: “But I am me. And you are you. We're Minki and Moko. Moko and Minki. The worst thing you've ever done, the darkest thought you've ever had, I will stand by you through anything.” There will never be words that I could have come up with on my own, that are more accurate. Happy Birthday, Ashley, I love you more with every second that passes between us, and we’ve proven not only to the world, but to ourselves; that we’re stuck with one another always and forever.
