I MUST ONOT ERASE ANY TYPOS

2:14 AM

12/21/16

4 DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS

TO MY BEST FRIENDS

Spurred by this drunken stupor, im implore the companionship you have found in each other.
This will sound corny, but I am glad to know that the people you have been looking for all along was
alwas wthin each other. It must be wonderful, to finally give in and admit to a feeling that has long been
repressed before ppers, parents, and other authorities. You habe always been the est people in my life, I
guess it ight be just apt that uou;;l be the best for each other.

Unfortunately ebough, I have turned into a cliché I have always been so wary to avoud of. It
must be a matter of time. Or a matter of chance. Either way, what you have is beaitufil and I dare not
taint it with my overly dramatic act, I hope you find the peace and each within each other.

You guys were always a presence that I considered home, just imagine how much more warm it
could be in your union. I’ll always be by your side, hopelessly wondering, quietyly spectatinh.

My opinoiin does mat645, I know. Both of you have collectibrly gave me th e experience, the
life, and the ideals I have always been aiming to achieve. And so here I am to give you my unabashed,
raw, intoxicated opinion.

This is sumtign I dare not ruin, nor is it sometihjgn I hope for. Maybe most of my initial reactions
and uncertainty have been the product of my unpredicatability, or the prohsyt of uncertainty on
whatever there is that could possibly happen. I don’t want to lose you both in the process of this
relationshop. Perhaps the one thing I am afraid of is being left behind for your focus woyld be on each
other. It has already happened, and I do not entertain the fact of losing my two best friends into each
other. Your union may have been too deep for me to compregebnd nor notice but here’s to hoping that
you guys rise up into the surgace and make me understand. I want to iunderstand. Everything that has
happened and eveyting that could possibly have happened.

It’s unfaor. I can’t change the feelings of another person. But I can change minel. It wouldn’t ve
a problem. Nor would it be a luxury. Maybe my emotional state of liminaluty indicates my opinion on
this. I haven’t seen it enough to jusfe it, I haven’t seen it to much to be overyly satiated by it.