on this day 8 years ago we spoke for the first time. I was 15, you were 17, and you quickly became the person I would go to. i would talk to you about things that i didn’t feel like i could talk about with the people i had in real life. you were my corner of the internet, the void i could shout into (sometimes the void is your friend and it shouts back) and someone who made me feel safe when i didn’t think i would be ever again.

i could let out all of my shame and all of the things i thought would make people see me differently. i wont EVER forget the way being friends with you made me feel, the things it taught me about love, trust and even anger when it was hard for both of us. i learnt so many valuable lessons because of you. ill always cherish the stupid jokes and the FaceTimes and the drunk calls.

your portrait will forever be under the paint at my dads house. you won’t be alone there because you’re next to oatmeal (LOL).

i hope that you feel safe and loved and beautiful wherever you are. i really wish you could have felt that here. i love you so fucking much and i miss you dearly.