Bitter and Sweet

Dear You, how many bitter have we gone through in the past year? How many times have we sweetened like apples in autum in the 4 years. The time when I yelled at you,and made you cry was the worst of all. It was another titter-totter days, and yet you have the special power to balance it.

Seeing you every moment and everyday of my life is sometimes a bad thing. "I am michelle-overdoesed." Yet, one moment without you is like my stomahch being empty more than 3 minutes. Unbearable. You are my addiction?

The term best friend is over-rated, sister is cliche, and my other half is just too over done. You are Michelle/Michele, and I am Joselyne. You are IT. Mysterious and uncatagoried, and always needed. You are more than a friend, more than a sister, more than a chair, you are, Ms. Incredible.

From time to time, I get frustrated. However, all in the end, you would turn me around and say, "maybe the hobo who stole your shirt, becasue he was cold. You just helped someone today, Jose!" or strke a reality to me" He is just not that into you, there are more guys out there, who would treat you better. Besides, it's not your time. STUDY!" I heart you, and hate you. I want to hug you and kick you. All because you are too close and nice to me.

You allow me to the be, while being weird with me. You understand my werid and unjointed thoughts while processing them with me. You are my pillow and chocolate cake. Comfort and relaxation, without judgement.

The conclusion of this year would be short and sweet, because it really was. There will always be another year to come, God willing, for us to enjoy and devouer. Ms. Incredible, our plans would be accomplished, our jokes would be published, our lives would flourish.

Love, Me.