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Making you cry was the best & worst thing I've ever done.

Dearest Francis,
I first want to start off by saying it is very typical of me to do this, and you know that. I have never sat down and told you flat out what an impact you've had on my life. I have not known you for very long at all; two years at most. In those two years you I can admit you've made your impact on Shelby Jean Forsyth. At the moment you probably think that you're making me rebellious when instead, you're making me, more me. The day I made you cry(for reasons only we know) was the worst day of my life. To have to sit there and see you cry partially because of me made me grow up pretty quickly. From that experience I have found out that making you cry has made me the friend I am to you. I could spend hours listening to you ramble on the phone about the various topics we face in our lives. Even though you do 80% of the talking most of the time(haha) I wouldn't trade those memories for anything. We've faced a lot together. You've sat and listened to me complain, you've seen and heard me ache, you've watched me while cramping morph my body into odd shapes while trying to make myself feel better, and mostly you've simply been there. You have reminded me, and you still do, about the person I am. You stand up for me when I just can't do it on my own. We've gone places and have gotten lost, but ended up in a good destination. We jam out to Taylor Swift and laugh about how her songs capture each moment we seem to have. We have concerts in your car and we are killer at duets(you being the guy and I being the girl..haha). You, Francis Julia Diaz, are going so beyond far in life. I know at the moment the future seems very cloudy due to all these decisions you're about to have to make, but I know you'll make the right ones. I am confident that where ever you end up you will be fine. You are intelligent and so bright. Don't let the world get you down. You were born to shine and you are born to SUCCEED. Even though sometimes we drive each other beyond CRAZY I still love you. You are one of the best friends I have ever made, and I am so blessed to know you. Stay strong in life and always put God first. I love you.


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