I want memories with you

I missed you, did I ever tell you that?

We hadn’t talked in over a month, and stubborn as I am, I didn’t call. I didn’t text. I didn’t even say hi. But, that’s how it always is isn’t it. We both know I’m not a gryffindor. I don’t have a single grain of courage, and somehow that applies to picking up a phone and typing a message. Maybe that’s why we work so well together, you make up for my stupidity, stubbornness, and lack of courage. I missed that.

Go to sleep, eat your dinner, do your homework..!

I’m not your mom, much as I sound like it sometimes. But, you have to sleep. No, I’m not trying to get you off the phone. I could talk with you until 6 am the next morning, but it’s almost midnight. You have a test. You need rest. And, I see it in your eyes, fluttering, struggling to stay open. You’re tired, go to sleep. Goodnight, I....

“I adore you.”

Shut up. LALALALALALA!! I can’t hear youuuuu. Yeah sorry, I can’t take a compliment. Don’t spite me please. You know what, I adore you too, everything about you. You’re the most wonderful person my presence has ever been graced with in my menial existence. HA, how do you like that? I adore YOU.

I actually do adore you.... it wasn’t just sarcasm

I hope that you know I wasn’t joking. Sure, it was sarcastic, to counter what you said about me. But, that’s how it is with us. We just skip around with sarcasm, and debates, and silly arguments. I hope you know, I mean what I say sometimes. Not when I say you’re rude, not when I say I hate you, not when I say you’re mean to me. I never mean that. Everything you do is endearing, it lifts my spirits every day I talk to you. It’s not always sarcasm.

You’re my best friend.

I have nothing to say but that, you’re my best friend. Through everything my own brain and my own thoughts put me through, somehow you’re always there. I don’t believe in the glorified Hollywood idea of best friends where you just have a single friend, and that’s the only person you always talk to, and have an eternal bond with secret meeting places. But, if that were to exist, I’d want to have that with you. I’d want to do all the stupid stuff with you. Sneak out of the house, go to prom, build a treehouse, share a college dorm together, go on a road trip together, scream lyrics at the top of our lungs, get drunk when we’re 21, go to a karaoke club for all I care. I want memories with you.

I don’t know how else to say it. And no, it’s not a traditional way to say it. But, I don’t care. I missed you, take care of yourself, I adore you, it’s not sarcasm, I want memories with you.