LETTER TO A FRIEND

“The highest form of love is called an AGAPE LOVE. The love that man has for God and God has for man. So if one can give a reason “why” they love someone, it isn’t the biblical meaning of an agape love. Because this love has no conditions.

Now, I could sit here and list all the reasons why you are my friend and summarize our friendship, and state the obvious on how heaven sent you are to me but that wouldn’t justify a thing. I look at like this, we were put on the same earth, in the same generation, educated at the same schools, lived around the same corners, and cliqued with the same minds, all for a reason. I’ve watched you grow and evolve into the women you are today and that is all I could ever ask of you. Which is your continuous growth and happiness. To watch someone you care about blossom into something positive and worth it is all anyone should want out of another being.

I know you’re love and intentions are pure, and because of that, you can do no wrong. Meaning I will always be here for you. You aren’t my friend because you simply make me laugh and you answer the phone when I call. You’re my friend because mentally, were on the same path, which is to uplift, grow, and make sure our resumes are perfect for the man above.”

I wrote this for a friend of mine a couple weeks ago and self consciously I feel as though I wasn’t writing this for her only. When I wrote it, apart of me was telling every person that had come and gone from my life that “I still care.” Period. No strings attached. And it’s crazy because for a long time, I didn’t understand why I still cared so much about past relationships and allowing old people to continuously linger in my mind. I felt like I shouldn’t have cared about a person who was no longer an everyday relevance to me. I put myself on a high pedestal and felt like, “If a person let’s me go, they’re stupid and didn’t even deserve me in the first place.”

I later realized that life does this thing were it’ll place a person or a situation in your life, whether that be a couple months or even a week, to teach you something worth knowing. And it just so happen that, the same person that “let you go,” was the only person that had the tools to get the job done.

Iv’e had guys disrespect me, friends turn into strangers, and family treat me like an enemy, but for some reason, love still lived inside of me for those people. Which is were, personally, the “agape-ness” comes into play. If you’ve touched me, changed me, bettered me, improved me, made me smile, made me laugh, or made me happy, I could never forget you nor could I stop loving you. We may never need to speak to one another ever again in life but in some way, shape, or form, you’ve helped me. And with that comes a infinite amount fucks given.