#blousy

It's not about being a perfect person to look up to as I'm calling you a sister, it's about how you made me laugh, how we talked, how I care about you. It might sound silly, I'm a grown woman after all, but I'll never change my mind about you. I'm sad because I know you somehow said goodbye, good luck, have a good life. But in your special, better words that only you can use so well. I'm glad you're somewhere with your life and I understand how is it with tumblr. I just hope you will eventually notice how big impact on me you had, how much you've helped me, how I really was worried about you and how I've send you lots of messages, and those were only for the times I was squeezing my pillow too much at night. I hope everything will work out, I hope you'll be endlessly happy, I wish you all the best and I really, really wish you could go on tumblr for this last time and find this message, seeing as you deleted your ask page. If not then alright, people will at least see how much you really mean to me. I think I should save the one shot you did for me, just to remember how good you are with making people feel better. I work, I study, I have tough life, but it's not that important. You were important, are, and will be. I hope you know that. I put your name in our class time capsule in April, we're opening it in 14 years. I put you on "what happened in 2015" list, it's on my closet doors. There's so many things and wonderings I'd talk to you about. This is an open letter to Blousy, @1dasfudge And who will be calling me munchkin now? Xx