I don't like to hold my tongue, but I know when it is not my turn to speak. I believe there is the family we are born into, and the family we choose. I was gifted with a few women in college I proudly call my sisters. We've gone through rough patches, fights, boys, laughter, vomit and burritos. These girls, I love. These girls, I would kill for. It's when these girls feel pain, I feel pain. How do you save them? How do you hold them in your arms, tell them you love them and wash their pain away?
I want to give you the strength to persevere. I want to give you hope and courage. I want to make you accept that there are things we can not change. I want you to relish in your own greatness. I want you to be proud of what you have accomplished. Most of all, I want you to live without restriction.
This is my gift, and ultimate curse. As an actor, rejection is your paycheck. It's what you choose to do afterwards that forms your thick skin. But there is no amount of preparation you could possibly do to cure others hearts.
You hear stories and watch movies of groups of friends who save each other, while growing up, and ultimately long for just that: companionship. Those few and select people who know what you're thinking without you even having to blink. You never have to tell them what you want for your birthday, because they know that it's going to be sex. And they will try everything in their power to make that happen.
To my companions, my wingmen, my sisters who have saved me in countless ways: I love you. I wish more than anything in the whole world that I could abolish any and all pain from your heart every single day, and have you only learn the lessons you are bound to learn with sunshine and flowers, because we all know those two ingredients heal all. I love you. I love you. A million times, I love you.
Lesbionest, if we wouldn't have met, we would be a bunch of crack heads on the streets.
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