Molly. Molly, Molly, Molly.
You know, sometimes I’m actually kind of surprised we’re still friends. Not because I don’t love you to pieces, and not because I don’t think we have a strong bond (and definitely not because you’re ugly)… but because of all the crap we’ve been through.
Remember that time you were engaged and ridiculously happy about it, and I was a really horrible friend and instead of being happy for you, I got jealous and upset?
Yeah, stuff like that.
But that’s the thing with us. We can do that and… well, it’s not okay, but we try to understand each other. It may get ugly, and it may be hurtful, but we try. We always end up okay, one way or another… even if it does take awhile.
I miss you. I love you. I’m sorry. You’re ugly.