To Giraffe

I'm not a very mushy, lovey person, and I sure as heck don't do dedication...thingies. Especially not to family... or friends...or girls...or anybody. But I think this one is way over due.

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You remind me of someone. Someone I knew. Someone that was close. Somebody that used to tell me anything and everything. I didn't actually even know this person, they didn't even know me. Yet they told me everything. No bars held. Even the really personal stuff. They normally asked me for help with their problems (normally really minute things). I would help them, give them some advice, then they felt better.

I don't like to help people, talk to people, or really interact them. But this person was different. Something about them was just...likable. I loved to be around them, but I never told them. I never showed it in the way that I acted, or the way that I talked to them. I shrugged them off many times, but they knew that we were cool, we kicked rocks together. I thought she was the only perfect thing on this planet.

Too bad their gone. Indefinitely. It's rather sad, actually. But you on the other hand, are still breathing. Funnily enough, you remind me so much of Winpapa, it's not even funny (you know you liked the oxymoron). You two are almost identical. I think that's the reason why I am drawn to you, and I feel bad because of that. And I'm sorry. Really really sorry. I truly am.

But with that being said, not everything about you two is the same. Some things about you I like more than Winpapa, some things about you I like less than Winpapa. Not that this is some sort of comparison and contrast, I'm just trying to show you that you aren't exactly the same. You are unique. I had to say that becuase I know that you have problems with the "I am different. or am I?" type thing.

Any way, I'm glad that we're friends and that we'll stay as friends, no more like I was with Winpapa, and no less like I was with STING. But I'm sorry that I'll never tell you everything like you do with me, and that I will soon fade out of your life and you will forget me.

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P.S. What's up giraffe? Hows your neck?