Rosemary Mug

Dear Rosemary, I don’t know if you’ll ever see this…I’m writing this as a letter to you, and not as a definition to the public because I feel it’s easier for me to find things to say about you this way. There’s no clear way to define you, because you are so many wonderful things put together. You’re insecure, but who isn’t? I just know that I’m going to keep telling you you’re beautiful for the rest of our friendship. I really love you. You’re just always there for me, you’ve helped me in ways I could never express, even if you don’t know it. Gosh, you’re a dream! You really are! You seem to be what everybody wants, and it sometimes makes me envy you because you’re beautiful, smart, kind, your smile lights up the room, and your laugh is infectious. You don’t seem to have a care in the world, and I get drunk on your freedom when we spend time together, which is something I adore doing. You know just what to say to everybody. You’re not afraid to be vulnerable and to show me when you’re hurting, and I’d do anything to make you feel better. I swore I’d always be there for you, right? I promise I will be for the rest of our lives. You’re one of those people who can never drive anyone away, only pull them in. You wear your heart in your sleeve, but most of the time the emotion you’re displaying is joy. Your bravery outshines that of others, and you somehow pull through, and I admire you for that. You pulled me up as well, and spent the time to glue me back together. I love you