I know why you hesitate,
burned by all the fake lovers that you had before.
They put you down and gave you hate...
Don't believe the things they say 'cause baby, you're a dream, you're a score.
'Cause I would walk a million miles for you, just to visit you, baby.
And I'll show you a trillion stars, the Moon is ours.
Janey has found love.
And I'm writing this because I am happy for her. I've never been this happy for a friend. In a way, I love Janey (not in the whole lesbian way because I'm so sick and tired of people thinking I am). I love her and it's the type of love that is never jealous (yes, you can quote the bible verse). I love her because out of all my friends, she's the one who has been there through thick and thin. She understood everything and tried anything you would suggest to her. Unlike Holly, who you can term as my other half (again, not in a lesbian way), Janey is more of my subtle conscience. I have never been mad at her the same way me and Holly fought over a shirt (up to this day we still don't know if it is red or orange).
When she first told me about Indy (get it?), I assumed. Yes, I was ass for doing so. But I did anyway.
But seeing them for the first time and reading all about it made me realize that everything I thought was true is wrong. Boy, was I wrong BIG TIME. People can find love in the strangest of places, fall in love in the most unconventional way and find that movie script moments like most of us would hope for but was taught we will never achieve.
We fall in love. We do. And Janey and Indy's showed me that there is nothing to be absolutely bitter about. There is nothing to over think about. In fact, there is nothing to think about. We feel it because it should be the way it is. We over rationalize it because we're scared and sometimes, taking the plunge should just be how it should be.
Tears are just part of the story. They make good beginnings (just like in Little Manhattan where the kid bawls his heart out in the beginning). But, just like in any well written story, there's a reason why it's there. Maybe it will lead you to happier times, subtle realizations or simply, a night out with friends. Regardless, one thing remains true.
Janey, love. I'm here for you. Yes, Someone Anxious (your very self-centered and over zealous, trying hard to be famous but doesn't want to admit it friend) is here for you. A bag of chips? An all meat pizza or maybe just simple rum and red under the night sky? I can only imagine the pain of distance and if there's anything I can do (maybe even never mention it again), tell me and your wish is my command.
You've inspired me, Janey. You've given me that boost and maybe someday, I'll get the chance to write letters to someone too.
Your friend,
Someone Anxious.
