My Baby Girl

Lissy.
I go to her house for days at a time. I wish I could stay there forever, regardless, if her father is a jackass. She takes all my idiocies and loves me more for them and all my funniest moments have been with her. I remember our notebook being one of the best outlets for my frustrations. She understands me like no other, knows any secret I've ever known, and she is the only person I turn to when I really need somebody to just sit and listen to me blabber on and on about things that are not really that important in the grand scheme of things. She doesn't deserve half the crap that happens, what am I saying? she doesn't deserve any of it. She is compassionate, understanding, funny, and willing to do anything for anyone. That's why I fear for her. I fear people taking advantage of her kindness and I can think of some people right now who have. If she allowed me to, I would have already bashed their faces in. So many do not deserve her as a friend, or even as an acquaintance, sometimes I fear this about myself as well. One night when we were having one of our heart-to-heart conversations in the dark at 3 in the morning, she told me something that I couldn't believe happened to her. The worst part was not only finding that this happened, but her answer to when I asked why she didn't tell me. Lissy said because I wasn't there for her at the time, I was being besties with someone else. I wanted to cry. I couldn't believe that she could be there for me around the clock and I could be such a waste of a friend. She deserves more than me, but luckily she settles with me because I don't know how I would deal with anything.

Thank You Lisetty for everything.

P.S. I Love You