When we first met, I didn't know what to think. You had this pineapple
haircut, and wore eyeliner sometimes. You were older, and rock-er, and
intimidating. Then you quoted "Jump" lyrics at me, and I liked you.
The years our little friendship have seen are sweet. You might think
that's not very tough, but it's true.
I have seen you through some crazy times, and eating fads. Like when
we were roomates (still my favourite) and you went through your
edamame and grapefruit phase. It was weird. And you would call me at
work tell me to bring you chillie.
I have worried about you sometimes.
You have made me laugh other times.
Lately, a new thing has entered in. Pride. I am proud to call you
friend. I love our pancakes times. Or sitting at Crab Park with our
books working on our suntans.
And now your story is unfolding in this really amazing and beautiful
way. You are stepping up to the plate. You are thrust into a place
where love is being requested of you, and you are giving it freely.
Like a man.
I am so excited to see what happens next.
Aren't you?
I am excited to be at your wedding. To celebrate love with you and
beautiful Lana.
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