Someone Else To Think About

God, I HATE THESE POP UPS!!!!!

Okay, I’m better now. Just had to get out that complaint. I think I’m finally over the stupidly-grinning-deliriously-happy-the-world-is-a-smiley thing as far as Jason goes. I’m still happy about getting to see and talk to him, but I’m over the I-have-to-talk-about-it-every-second feeling.

Actually, I wanted to write about someone else, who I’ve come to value very much as a friend of mine recently. I’ve been saying thank you’s to her for days now, but maybe this will get that out of my system, too. Because saying thank you just doesn’t seem like enough.

Melanie,

We’ve had our differences, in opinion, in friends, in who we value as people we can trust, and in a whole range of other things that I can’t even begin to name. As I’ve said before, I never knew that you trusted me enough to be so hurt by a joke that I didn’t know bothered you from other people. ( . . . Does that sound as weird to you as it does to me?) Despite what I’ve written in the past in diaries/journals that nobody but me sees, I’m glad that we’ve reconciled, and taken the steps together to become closer friends. We may never be best friends, we may never get closer than where we are now, and I’m not even sure where I would rate that, but you’ve done me a terrific service. One which I won’t lightly forget.

You gave me Jason back. I know that I would have seen him the next day, and probably the same turn of events between us would have conspired, but it would have meant I was depressed, mopey, and worried while at work, and while going up the Parkway to get there. Instead, you knew how upset this was making me and decided to do something about it when he IMed you. I can’t thank you enough for that, because it let us get all of our feelings out that night. I may not have gotten enough sleep, but at least it was something i didn’t need to worry about hearing in person the next day. Not to mention that, despite the sleepiness, I had a great day at work the next morning, and I was in a good mood driving up the Parkway.

I thank you because you were willing to listen to me, despite not knowing what could be going on in Jason’s head. You listened, offered what you could, and said you’d tell him I wanted to hear from him. You went above and beyond that, though, when he actually did IM you.

I made your birthday gift back in August, because I had a flash of inspiration on what I should do. Now, it will also be something of a thank you, and a remembrance to me of what you did for me. Because I think this gift will mean a lot to you, and I know you know that talking to Jason means a lot to me.

We’ve had our differences, but we also have a lot of similarities, too. We both shield ourselves from being hurt, yet we both want to find people who will know us and love us for ourselves, because they stayed around to break down the walls we put up. We both want to know that someone cared enough to break those walls. And maybe we’ve both found enough people around us who do love us and have broken those walls, for us not to have to put up such strong defenses.

Your friend, Kate.

–Notes–

I didn’t really do anything for you and Jason except yell at him for being a punk. I honestly believe he would have come around on his own, but you never know what’s going on in that weirdos head. *lol* Gotta love him though. Thank you for writing this. It means alot to me. [SolarEclipse]

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Oh… I HATE POP-UP ADS TOO [SolarEclipse]