#delaneyharkness

If I could, I'd drive out to your house and latch onto you for your letter then bake cookies/brownies/something sweet. But since I cannot at this time...

Like you said nearly seven years of friendship. One of those years we lost because of life reasons and I can only imagine what we would have got into that year, but I feel that we're making up for it. You know I love you. I love every little bit of you. Even the bits of your brain that we differ on. Not that I can think of any at the moment, but I'm sure they're there. We can't be the same person. The world would implode. Anyway, your letter helped me a lot today. I'm a little better, but it's more than lovely to be reminded that I have such a great friend in my life that won't ever disappear for too long. One that will sit there with me as we plan out our ideal life as spinsters with several cats, a snake, and a small dog. Our yellow tree in the front yard and a red one off to the side. The organization of our kitchen. The stacks of books that we don't have room for nor can we remember who they belong to. Our house doesn't have a homeland yet, but we know it will be somewhere outside the city with enough space for us to breathe. You've helped me probably without knowing in repairing some of the damage Will and company had done to me. I'm a much better, healthier person because of you and I have no doubt you'll continue to help me through the rest of the repairs that I need to do. Not one fight in nearly seven years. I count that as a mile marker because it doesn't happen with most friends. Our similarities seem to keep growing in number, but like you said, we can still be ourselves. We're somehow both individuals and the same. But it works for us and that's all we need to know. You indulge in my hermit/introvert ways with me and get me out when I need it, during which something always happens. Whether it's us trying to eliminate some of the books in our arms in order to not run ourselves completely broke or coming up with the simplest inside jokes. "I want a baby."  "Can I stick my tongue in it?" There's nothing complex or complicated about our friendship. It's simple and easy going. I think that's why we work together so well and very glad of it. 

I can't really think of a good way to end this because I think words can't do real justice when it comes to stuff like this, but I know both of our actions will make up for whatever we can't express. And there's so much that I wish I could say, but you'll have to settle for getting the compliments randomly, in person, around strangers, with possible dramatic readings. 

I love you dearly.