That the past six months have been some kind of hell,
That I’ve been happier than ever,
But yet sadder somehow,
I want you to know.
That I’ve given three months of my life to my best friend,
That I’ve been there for him,
Listened to him and watched him cry,
I want you to know.
That nothing comes close to that pain,
The pain of watching him fall apart,
That I needed somebody to hold me together,
I want you to know.
That the person who held me together lives in another city,
He’s one of my best friends and we were so close for such a long time,
That he broke my heart too many times,
I want you to know.
That I nearly lost two of the best friends I’ve ever had,
But I swallowed my pride and made some apologies,
And I accepted theirs,
I want you to know.
That I met two perfect strangers,
And they changed my view on the world,
And I sacrificed a friendship for them,
I want you to know.
That they make me laugh more than most,
That I can be anybody around them,
That I can’t wait to see them again,
I want you to know.
That two years ago I thought I had it made,
That it still breaks my heart to talk about him,
That he was a stranger too,
I want you to know.
That I’ve made new friends,
And we’ve become closer than I ever thought we would,
That most of the old ones are still and always there,
I want you to know.
That I’m trying to decide what I want to do with my life,
And it’s not an easy decision to make,
But you always told me I could do anything I put my mind to,
I want you to know.
That there are oh so many things I want to tell you,
Confide in you,
So many things about me and the family,
That I want you to know.
That as you look at me across the room,
I can tell what you’re thinking,
How did the two year old become seventeen?
I want you to know.
That I’m not that little girl anymore,
But I am just a girl,
With so many things she wants to tell you,
She wants you to know.
That there’s nobody I admire more,
Or know how much they’ll be there,
Because family comes first,
I want you to know.
That we’re not so different after all,
And that’s why you’re so confused,
But our decisions will make us different,
I want you to know.
That I don’t believe in fate anymore,
I don’t believe in much,
I rarely believe in myself anymore,
I want you to know.
What it’s been like all the times you weren’t there,
When you left me in the middle,
When I needed your help,
I want you to know.
How many times I came close to walking out,
How alone I felt,
And how many people I knew hated me,
I want you to know.
How much it hurts me that I don’t remember,
How much it breaks my heart to listen to your memories,
I was only a little girl,
I want you to know.
That I need your advice,
Your guidance along the way,
I need you to listen to me,
I want you to know.
That I had the best summer ever,
And those are the memories I’ll keep,
But sometimes I wished you were around,
I want you to know.
That I was so happy then,
With my friends new and old,
So many stories I want to tell you,
I want you to know.
That I laughed until I cried,
As we relayed stories,
And kept our memories alive,
I want you to know.
That I’ve made so many mistakes,
Didn’t say what I really meant,
That I’ve had my heart broken,
I want you to know.
That I’ve been in love,
Or at least believed I was,
That I felt so many emotions,
I want you to know.
That family will always come first,
That I want to confide in you,
And tell you things,
I want you to know.
That that place is my home,
More so than ever,
And I love it there,
I want you to know.
That you’re like a brother to me,
And I want to say,
That I love you,
And I want you to know.
Author notes
This was written to/about a member of my family who I only see a few times a year & it isn't enough. As kids we never got on but we're both older now. I guess some people reading this will think that I've written it for sympathy/to be a cow/because I'm feeling sorry for myself/all of the above. But it's not true. The reason I've written this & posted it is because there are so many things constantly running through my head & I can't deny that I'll be glad when this year is over, I've had some of the best times of my life & also some of the worst. But there are so many things about me, about the family, and things that have happened in my life that this person should know about & though I'll never be able to tell him & though he'll never read this I find a great deal of comfort knowing that I've written this & that this is here. Because the constant & repeating message is that I want him to know, I really do.
