An Open Letter To My Best Friend
Through our parents we became friends. When my family came over, you drew me in forcing me to be social. My memories from that time are few, but I remember playing chess and braiding your hair. When I moved to a different congregation, you continued to contact your introverted friend, and we stayed close even though we did not visit with each other as often.
Then teenage years hit for me and being the snotty teenager I felt too old for you, even though you’re not much younger than me. I viewed myself as “all that” and mature. Ha, an inaccurate viewpoint. But teenagers can be horrible persons and our friendship remained in the peripheral for me.
Then I met my husband and retreated into neverland like most couples do. After a couple years, my husband and I exited that land to rejoin reality. There I was seven years older and realizing what I jerk I had been, but you will still there, still my friend. Now I had matured a tiny bit and understood what a true friend was, you.
Eventually, I got pregnant, had my son, and postpartum depression. Who was there for me? You! You came over to my house and took my boy so I could have a break. You hung out with me through all the crying, confusion, and rage. You are a genuine friend. A loving and caring person who deserves the best.
That is why when your man arrived in your life, I became nervous. Nervous that he would not treat you as the angel you are. But I realized he matched you, loving and caring, and my nervousness disappeared. Yesterday you two married each other and my heart got snuggly and warm to see you so happy, you deserve to be happy. I love you.
If you are wondering how this fits into the theme of mixing media, well it has to do with the pink words. Instead of it just being all black font like usual I mixed it up by highlight certain words to make a new sentense that has meaning to the post. Kind of like the book poems you see on pinterest.