#polcanaph

I know that you’re angry right now, and that’s ok. I understand why you’re angry. I expect that you want an apology, even though you know that I’m not one for apologizing. I’m probably not going to apologize about this, and you’re probably going to continue to be angry until you see fit to not be angry, if you ever do. I mean, I already fixed it, yeah. (Un.) (Dang that was ga—)

Even if you disown me as your best friend or call off the marriage, that will be ok. I think that even then, I’ll consider you my best friend, since I can’t see anyone taking your place even in the years to come—probably because I planned those years to be spent with you!! Sometimes I think you don’t understand that I constantly change myself for you, and I changed what made you angry for you as well, but that’s ok too. You’re not one for caring about other’s consciously, and I knew about that when we started becoming friends. Almost instantly, I would say.

The time spent with you will always be the most important time of my life, no matter how good or bad it was. Remember that one time that thing happened before either of us even knew about one another existing happened? Oh, right. You weren’t there. Crap. Well, this thing happened.

You’ve gotten me into a lot of things. Including fandoms, and shit. Whenever I see Hetalia, I link it straight to you, but it doesn’t bother me like it does when I think of others. I don’t think it will ever bother me. You could stab me in the back (literally) and wherever I would end up, other than reincarnated probably, I would look at Hetalia and still be like. Oh, yeah, my best friend introduced that. “Which best friend?” whoever is there asks. That one that stabbed me in the back, you remember? “Uh.”

But yeah. This is probably the longest message I would write to anyone, I mean, the one I have in the box to send you is about 6-8 pages long and covered in crappy doodles and random anecdotes, since you know, I don’t actually know how to write a letter. I’ll finish this the only way I know how.