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An open letter to my bestfriend during the hard times

Dear best friend,
I know times are hard right now, and you cant seem to find relief.
I know most days seem like a struggle to get through, and your heart feels heavy every step of the way. You try so hard to understand why you were dealt the cards you have, even though your heart was always in the right place. You hold yourself together some days by nothing but a thread of hop that tomorrow things will get better, feel better, be better.
  Best friend, you are so strong. You care so much about others. This trait that you carry is so rich, so authentic, and every person in the world should strive to be as selfless as you. Please remember that it is ok to care for your needs, as well.
  Dear friend, you can keep a conversation going with a brick wall in the most awkward circumstance. This trait you carry so amazingly you make so many feel welcomed and at home while speaking to you. I've witnessed first hand you making people comfortable in the most stressful situations.
 My friend you have a kind soul and a nurturing heart. Though sometimes a bit of sarcasm and sass seep through, your heart always leads the way and you can find good in anyone.
You wear your heart on your sleeve. Instead of hiding the way you feel and the emotions you experience, you pursue them, you take control of your mind. not many people can pull it off as flawlessly to the point as you do. There is nothing wrong with that.
  I hope that when you have bad days you will look in the mirror and see who you are, and remember who you are not. You are not defined as your mistakes. You are not damaged. You are not doomed. You are not the opinion of someone who barely knows you.
You are the product of lessons learned. You are wise, and strong because of the terrible things you went through. You are not defined as what you've been through.
  Dear best friend, your spark will return. You will shine again like you were meant to. Take a moment, sit back, marvel at what you've done this year. What you've gone through, what softened you, what made you wise, what strengthened you. Look at how much you've grown as a person. Look at how much you still continue to grow. Be proud of yourself.
  Best friend things don't always turn out the way you planned, or the way you think they should. Things that go wrong wont always get fixed. Sometimes broken things stay broken. But you can get through anything as long as you have people that love you.
 Best friend, I promise to listen to your rants, and your sadness. I promise to rejoice with you in the good times, and mourn with you in your despair. If you need to talk, I'll listen. If you need to cry, ill hold your hand. If you feel lost, I'll guide you. If you're angry, I'll tell you you're right (even if you are being crazy). If you're afraid I will distract you. If you are worried I will google right along with you. If you are attacked I will defend you. If you feel alone I wont leave you. Every night as I lay in bed I will pray for you.
 I promise to always be here for you through thick and thin. When you grow weary I will pull you through.
One day you will find your happiness again, and ill be there to smile with you in those moments. But for now, I will be here to love you through this season of your life and to be one of your best friends in the world.
Always and forever.
Ellie

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