You know those days,
When you feel like s**t.
When you look like s**t.
And everything is just shity?
And then a friend calls.
You are still in your pj’s.
And you are downstairs watching tv.
But when you hear them cry.
They tell you to come over right now.
And everything fades.
You run up to your room.
And soon you are out the door, still putting your coat on and shoving your keys in your pocket.
And as you run as fast as you can to your friends house,
You realize.
You have no idea what you are wearing.
You have no idea how your hair looks.
You have no make up on.
And you left your dog out in the snow.
Yet you just keep running.
And when you get there,
They answer the door.
You take them in your arms.
And they cry on your shoulder.
And you realize.
It doesn’t matter what you look like.
Because you love this person more then anything.
And it’s not like they haven’t seen you look worse.
And as you go up to their room, so they can cry some more and just talk.
They tell you, you are beautiful.
And you just continue going up the stairs.
Holding their hand.
Knowing you’re best friends for ever.
When you feel like s**t.
When you look like s**t.
And everything is just shity?
And then a friend calls.
You are still in your pj’s.
And you are downstairs watching tv.
But when you hear them cry.
They tell you to come over right now.
And everything fades.
You run up to your room.
And soon you are out the door, still putting your coat on and shoving your keys in your pocket.
And as you run as fast as you can to your friends house,
You realize.
You have no idea what you are wearing.
You have no idea how your hair looks.
You have no make up on.
And you left your dog out in the snow.
Yet you just keep running.
And when you get there,
They answer the door.
You take them in your arms.
And they cry on your shoulder.
And you realize.
It doesn’t matter what you look like.
Because you love this person more then anything.
And it’s not like they haven’t seen you look worse.
And as you go up to their room, so they can cry some more and just talk.
They tell you, you are beautiful.
And you just continue going up the stairs.
Holding their hand.
Knowing you’re best friends for ever.
Natty, I love you.
I remember the day we met.
When we were about 4-6.
I remember going to your yard so clearly.
And like today, I will always be there for you.
That goes out to all of my friends.
<3
<3
