Anyone that isn't Maddi that is about to read this post, it's in response to this one: http://maddimbury.blogspot.ca/2013/11/im-damn-bed-sheet.html
To the girl who knows all about me and loves me any way,
The girl whose friendship is one I know will outlast the ages regardless of how often we see each other.
To the girl who I know I drive crazy sometimes but is the same girl that taught me what it means to listen and how important it is.
The girl who wrote the blog post that both infuriated me and broke my heart.
To my Maddi:
I believe in asking questions, asking you questions. I'm sorry I haven't been around to ask them in a while. But on that note, you've always been the friend that gave me what she needed to when her load got to heavy, I'm still here and I'll still help you carry it - but I can only listen when you get my attention; I zone out a lot. Remember that.
I know that blog wasn't directed at me, but I felt it - and it broke all my feels into a million little pieces.
And for the record, I've known since the first time we were at the Osmond's together that you don't like goats. I'm sorry I didn't realize they were the bane of all your fear. I hope this website helps: http://www.goat-trauma.org/
To the girl who is always a part of my wedding party whenever I consider that future day,
The girl who, from day one, opened more than her heart to me but her incredible family and their home, too.
To the girl who screams purple, but loves yellow more than Coldplay,
The girl who hits me in her sleep.
To my Maddi:
I know that you hate hugs, but you have always given them to me anyways because you did it for me. You and your mother both. You get your heart from her, no matter how much you're like your dad. Except when it comes to Gibby; your old man loves that dog, and I will never. ever. ever. understand why. I know your brother drives you crazy, but I've never seen you in his shadow - no matter how big his ego driven personality made it. As for dirty laundry, it's really not that important, there's always washing machines; if yours is broken, you can use mine - that dirt never did anyone any good anyways.
To the girl who is one of the smartest people I know, and not because she gets good grades or knows big words, but because she pours all of herself into everything - especially her studies.
The girl who loves Starbucks as much as I do but who I never go with,
To the girl whose natural musical talent has always blown me away; and to think it all started with Vanessa Carlton every time we were near a piano, for years..
The girl who is a chasing the wind.
To my Maddi:
You are one of the best friends I have. And probably ever will. You are the perfect balance of selfless and selfish who somehow manages only to play one of those cards at a time - but that's what makes you crazy and that crazy is what never fails to make me laugh.
Please don't feed the monsters under your bed, they're only going to tell you these lies over again.
I know this time will pass, because eventually they all do.
I move home next month, lets make you and me into us again.
Dearest Maddi, don't sell yourself so short - you're much too tall for that.
PS. I don't know about you, but I've never thrown out a damn bed sheet - I have a couple I really like, I wash them up, shake 'em out and go at it again. Give yourself another chance.
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