I really love my best friend. I sometimes think she doesn't love me enough but the fact that she has endured all my crying, screaming, depression, sexual harassment (yes, sometime we do that), etc... Proves me wrong. I love her, more than she thinks. I love her as a person. I love you Mila.
Thanks for making me happy at this moment of finding myself. Sometimes I wish I'd tell you everything but my mind always clouds me to do so because I don't want to bother you with my selfish depression. Thanks Mila, I really hope we grow old and still be best friends.
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