This note is for you- that person reading this who knows that
its you. Youve been my friend for 5 years, only God knows what Ive put
you through. Ive given you laughter, Ive given you fear, youve given me
the security to write these mushy things here. A lot of the time I
*may* have not been very nice, but you stuck on me like white on rice
even when I was trying to be waakye. I dont want to give a speech, all I
can say is that you taught me things 4yrs in someplace couldnt teach.
So this is something Ive been wanting to do- this note is for you.
This
note is for you-you the one reading this that knows that its you.
We've always been really close but we've not really been really cool.
For a lot of the time we dont see eye to eye: you think im stubborn and
i think youre a *boring* kind of guy. But despite our differences we
dont need to build fences, cos im of you and youre of me,grounded in
the same root-that leaves nothing to hide. So on this family tree
there'll always be different shades of green, but I look up to you like
a lower leaf searching for a sunbeam. So well, this is something Ive
been trying to do- this note is for you.
This note is for
you- you that person reading that knows its you. Words fail me in
describing our relationship, a sister or a teacher? Or my own personal
cheerleader? All of the above, but more importantly like that star
above- leading me to the Christ, although Ive not always been very
wise. And not always been very nice-we all know I had some issues, but
everytime I tried to be cold you would present love like a tissue. And
now Im on my own, you cant imagine how I miss you- like a toddler off
training wheels, I try to ride tall, but cos Im still working out my
balance, every now and then I fall- and youre always the second person I
call. Because you reminded me that my first should be Jesus-and Hes
perfect so I shouldnt be less. My sister my teacher my friend, a lot of
what I am I owe you. So this is the least I can and will do- This note
is for you.
This note is for you- you that person that
knows that its you. The first day I met you you took my heart like it
was your stolen property and you had found the thief. Sixteen going on
seventeen: I was so naive- and your hands on the piano keys produced the
sound of music- you'd take care of me. My everything I gave
freely-every single thing including that thing that if I say it some
people will kill me ;). For whatever reason- you found me amusing when I
tried to be pleasing, when you said you loved me apparently you were
just teasing. I gave everything you took, and you plundered like Captain
hook- piracy. My bad boy you introduced me to the streets- walking
with you at three am looking for a taxi-only you were drunk and
virtually asleep on me. You taught me the harshness of reality- that
love isnt all it is cracked up to be. Never in a million years did I
think we'd end up here, cos your people had millions there and you hung
out with hoodrats- slumdog millionaire. But I looked through the haze
to the man that I loved- I couldnt erase that you were the one I cant
have. I loved you then, I love you now, and I probably will always do.
But love cannot survive independently- this note is for you.
This
note is for you- you that person reading that knows that its you. For
all your contribution in my life, for which I couldnt take the time to
independently acknowledge. For all the experiences Ive had with you-
and for all the knowledge your proximity has afforded me. For every fun
moment, for every spending spree. For every smile, every time you came
by and spent a while. For each time you encouraged me and each time
you hated. For all the relationships we tried to have that *thankfully*
were not fated. For the time you lied, cried or inspired. For all the
ones we all loved who died. This note is by extension for all your
families and friends too. But most especially, if you read this, then
this note is for you.
*: subject to varying opinions.
