dear friend,

this is the line in the sand

or whatever that phrase is.

the future is right there, crackling on the surface of my lower rib.

soon you will leave me.

soon you will go off and do things.

just things.

let's not euphamize here.

sometimes you will do great things.

sometimes you will do very awful things.

(i know this to be true of you because i have known you for these years.)

sometimes people will love you, froth at the mouth with praises for you.

(and i know this to be true because there is something about you that makes everyone desire your attention and eyeshandscheekslips)

sometimes people will not love you.

but i will love you.

i have always loved you, even when i know it to be wrong and cruel to.

sometimes you will be lonely

though mostly of your own accord.

and you will never be happy

simply because you don't believe you are capable of being so.

but remember that there is a silly little girl

(i know this to be true because it is true)

that thinks you have the propensity to be kind and gentle and true and loved

becuase you have been

because you will be

that is happiness.