Dragi
Dragi–
i know you’re dying to read this.
your pursuit outlasted my running;
your persistence outlasted my stubbornness:
you took me down kicking and screaming, and i’m glad you did.
i have learned that first impressions can be wrong
and can, instead, deliver themselves in the form of a friendship
filled with silly adventures and memorable laughter,
hours of story-telling and attentive listening,
epic outdoor music and personal beats,
a metric ton worth of all things pink and beer.
you are loyal to the core. you are driven, generous, and fun.
i also know that i can depend on you no matter what.
when i think about you in my life, Dragi,
i think about camaraderie.
you make my world a better place, because i know i can find you:
you are solid as a fucking rock.
a pink one of course.
