You’re wrong. A million thoughts flash through my head, sprinting and diving just out of reach, but one is crystalline and within my shaky grasp. You think nothing of yourself, I can see that. You deserve and put true hope into happiness. You think you aren’t worth of people and desirable friendships. But, my friend, you’re sadly mistaken.

I can admit I do not know you, except for these technological bonds. You live in a different country, a different continent, a different hemisphere. I doubt we will ever meet in person. And for that, I am sorry. I wish that I could fly, train, or walk to where you live. Hell, I’d backstroke there if it would mean a successful journey. I can dream of knocking on your door, waiting outside your feeble home on a damp summer night. And when you open the door, a look of befuddlement on your face, I would latch on. I would hug you for all you are worth, crushing you with reassurance.

For that is truly what someone like you deserves. You have always been here for me when my “real” friends have not. You greet me every single day with your wonderful enthusiasm when I know you must have none to spare. You respect my boundaries and ignore my emotional failure. You put up with my instability and bare through my anger without a second glance. Somehow, you find a way to make me laugh. Cultural differences mean nothing to you, humor is humor and reassurance is reassurance. You teach me, you help me, you fill me with laughter regardless that age dictates that I should be the one doing these things. You are my Yoda. You are the true definition of a friend, as rare as your name.

So grab some confidence from the puddles of your worthiness. Smile at your dreaded PE teacher, for I know how much you despise the class, if nothing else about you. Don’t be afraid to open up to me, just like how I opened up to you as much as I could.

Hold yourself with pride, my friend, pride and hope. For you deserve no less. And you should never think that you do. But on those horrible days of gravity defying self esteem, remember I am here for you. Yes, the awkward, also self conscious, americanized girl you have never met is here for you. And when you think she’s not?

Well, my Evert, you are sadly mistaken.

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This is written for my friend, who probably won't believe this anyway. But it is true.

-Dak