A love letter to my friends

My friends are one of the most beautiful love stories of my life. One of the most raw, honest, caring, and present relationships I’ve had. This is a love letter to them.

I’ve been blessed by a handful of wonderful friends. Some I made in high school, some I met at work, some I met through friends, and some I made by the magic of the internet. They are so different but so similar in their kindness and wisdom. So incredibly special in their own unique ways. I’m so grateful to life for placing them on my path and relieved that I haven’t been that much of an asshole to push them away.

Friends that have outlasted every job, relationship, country, and decade. I can’t remember a single important moment of my life without at least one of them in the memory, as an always present, supporting, and loving force.

I can’t thank them enough for the amount of times I’ve been saved and felt happier by their presence, words, laughter, warmth, and love. I hope I’ve been able to give some of that back to them.

To those that are there every day and those that have been there through the years: Thank you.

Thank you for our mutual understanding of friendship. Thank you for trying new things together and push each other’s boundaries. Thank you for helping me grow and become a better person. Thank you for questioning myself and not taking me so seriously. Thank you for being there through my terrible teenage years. Thank you for laughing at my stupid jokes. Thank you for every word of advice. Thank you for inspiring me with your talents. Thank you for your support those two times I made a big decision. Thank you for believing in me when I couldn’t. Thank you for pushing me to keep trying when I couldn’t find a job. Thank you for encouraging me to give that talk and write that post. Thank you for sharing your fears, your desires, and your adventures. Thank you for being there after months of not saying hi. Thank you for always making me feel at home. Thank you for every stroll and every trip. Thank you for every drink and every meal. Thank you for every beach day and every party. Thank you for every time we shared a bed. Thank you for every song we sang together. Thank you for every dance. Thank you for putting up with my crap for years. Thank you for letting me weep my sorrows out. Thank you for giving me space. Thank you for sharing my joy and letting me express it however I felt it. Thank you for those that were there for me when my dad died. Thank you for allowing me to hope in futile relationships that you knew were going nowhere. Thank you for sharing your tea by the beach that afternoon. Thank you for hearing me complain about work that whole year. Thank you for that piece of cake you brought me that time my heart broke.

Thank you for every hug. And every laugh

I love you all.

June 9, 2019