melocoton | happy happy birthday..........

My dearest, most loveliest, most important Shari:

Today is August 16th, which marks a very special day. It's your birthday! You are embarking on another year in adulthood and probably feeling very much like Taylor Swift right now, so I wanted to let you know how important you are to me. You made me cry with your letter so I hope I can at least sort of live up to that.

So. A year ago, I went through some pretty rough times with some people I thought were my friends. It all kind of happened at once, and there were two months where I felt like I was never going to make any friends again, that I didn't deserve to. I was in a bad, bad place, and trying to find a way to fix things with people who couldn't be fixed and own up to mistakes I thought I made, and in that time period, I met you.

Now, I'm not going to lie, I breathed all over the reserve page at Eway when I first saw you there. Not because I knew you yet, but because a Scott and an Allison showed up at the first time, and, hello, Stiles needs his BFF. Playing Stiles was kind of one of the only things I really clung to to make me feel better at the time, and so, I waited with baited breath for you to accept my plurk friend request. (Like, literally: you could ask Snow, I wouldn't shut up about it the entire time it was happening.) And then, we had a three hundred comment plurk, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Shari, you are bona fide my favorite person in the whole world. You're an absolute angel, and you've always, always been there for me, whether it was just for someone to guide me through to the terrors of playing smut online or someone to cry on when I've had a bad day. In the end, I got the best thing I could have asked for playing Stiles; I got you, my own soul sister, someone to rely on in good times and bad and everything in between. I think you're genuinely one of the kindest people I've ever met, and I look forward to talking to you every day--when we're apart I'm always sad. Hell, I cried for like fifteen minutes the last time we saw each other and I had to leave, even though I knew that I'd be seeing you literally two weeks later (which is tomorrow! TOMORROW, SHARI.) Being as close as we are now has been a blessing and I'm so glad for the fact that I can see you more often, that we can sit around and cuddle and watch movies and gossip and drink copious amounts of tea and do all the stuff that we do on the internet together. Glader week cannot come soon enough, because I feel like every time I walk down the street in Bloomington, I see something and think "oh man, I can't wait to take Shari to see that!" (we're gonna have so much fun, you don't even know.)

Basically, you put the "bro" in our O'brosey. (Our O'bromance?) You are the Scott to my Stiles, the Thomas to my Newt, the Yosuke to my Rise, the cheese in my macaroni, the sugar to my tea, and I hope to continue to be your wisecracking best friend for years and years to come. You pulled me out of a hole that I never thought I'd be able to get out of, made me even start to like les mis again (!) and most of all, have been the truest, best friend I could ever ask for. Have an amazing, wonderful day (I know you have to work, which sucks butt) and I love you so much. I'm so thankful for you I literally cannot even put it in words.

So I'm just gonna put a couple dumb gifs, instead.

With love and "french kisses",
Sisi. ♥