you asked me,
why don't i write about you.
"this book is just too depressing"
i told you.
"then i fit perfectly in it"
you exclaimed.
so i thought i'd write about you
in the most depressing way,
because all of the good things about you
i left for another book.
so let me start
by saying:
you really are one of the most
depressing people i know.
you get nostalgic and melancholy
and you don't shy away from that fact.
yet i still think of you as a sunflower,
you shine brightly even though you're dying.
we laugh our days away,
even though you have a bad day.
that's what i call
a beautiful flower
that is
dying.
and that's truly sad,
because i only wish the best for you.
and it hurts for me to know
that you go through such bad times,
because you're
such a good friend.
i realised that life
makes it hard for the people i love,
especially if the people
are the nicest ones that i know, like you.
we haven't been friends
for a long time, but
you're one of the bravest, truthful,
open and best friends i've ever had.
life's not fair to you
and that's what's depressing.
that's what's depressing
about this chapter.
that's what's depressing
about you.
that's what's depressing
about life.