It was exactly a year on Monday. I wonder if you remember. It’d be kind of sad if you didn’t, because for me it was this massive event – preceded by a fortune cookie, even. So if you don’t, that’s kind of lame.

This last year I’ve learned so much because of you. Since the minute I met you you’ve drawn me out of my comfort zone and because of that I’ve tried things I never would have otherwise. It might not be much in the grand scheme of things, but to me it’s a big step.

I got over myself and learned to deal with stuff on my own. I learned how powerful a secret can be if you keep it all to yourself and I learned more about how much I can trust and rely on my friends. I’m closer to several friends than I thought I’d ever grow because of you. Even if my intentions were purely selfish at the time they paid off better than I’d hoped, if not in the same direction.

I’ve learned more abut myself. I’ve decided that it’s okay to give in to my exhibitionist and hypocritical side for a while. In moments of weakness it’s okay to wallow in self-pity as long as you get up and do something about it afterwards, and that you don’t have to talk if you have nothing to say.

We might never have sat down and had a long, thought provoking conversation, but because I traipsed around after you all year I’ve matured a bit.

Even though you’re not going to see this I still wanted to put it up, because I wanted to tell how much you’ve helped me. Or helped me to help myself, rather. And if you manage to stumble upon it eventually, all the better for the both of us.

You are fantastic. All around, one of those people who is just refreshingly different. You always seem so sincere. (Plus, you give good hugs.) I wish I could have done more for you. I still have that chance, though. It’s up to me whether or not I take it.

Thank you for everything. I’ll miss you this year. (:

_{I think I finally have closure. Whee.}