Today I thought about you, and all of the great times we used to have. I thought about all of our dumb corny jokes like ples zucchini, and big booty squad, and how we all used to just love chilling out together. Yeah I was stubborn, but so were the rest of you. I remember the last really great conversation we had together, I knew you really wanted your hair cut, and so I helped you out. We bought your first razor together, I helped you pick out which one you wanted, and we even talked about how I would help you cut it yourself so you could start doing it on your own, because although it didn’t look too shabby, I could’ve done a little better to be honest. I remember having our delicious Boba tea runs, eating our feelings out at Volcano, and fangirling over Prince Zuko or “zuzu” as you called him. I still think it’s funny how much you absolutely hate Kat-Aang and absolutely “ship” Zu-Tara. I remember how frail you used to be, and how much you have grown into a beautiful butterfly….a rad ass butterfly (no homo)…(yes homo). We both know that everything about what happened between us was wrong, and how our friendship broke up, but we both know how stubborn I am. We don’t have to go on Boba runs, we don’t have to talk about boys. I wish things were the way they used to be, and I know Will is still mad at me. I know we all know that everything that was said between all of us was unnecessary, Will, you, I, and Willie…but I still love you all, and think of the memories deep down inside, where my mind is a whirlwind of emotions. I’m pretty sure you’re like “Look at this fucking shit!” and probably showing Will, and laughing your asses off, just because I know how you are. You probably talked a lot of shit, and that’s fine too, and you probably told your family, and now everyone who used to know me through you has a differentiating opinion of me, but when it comes down to it….you can’t deny that our friendship was good. If you did deny it though, I honestly don’t care. I know what we used to have. It was real, and it was true, and there is no doubt in my mind that if I saw you again it could be the same. I guess what I’m saying is that….the rest of this story is up to you. Whether it be you finding a soft place in your heart and crying a few tears. Or wondering why I wrote this in the first place while you think about prom, and look up ideas for outfits while you talk to Tux. Trust me, I even second-guessed writing this, but all of this is from my heart. I just hope that whatever you do think, you do think of us. Ples Zucchini, Big Booty Squad.
