Kat - The Shrouds

Dear Kat,

You've always been the mysterious one to me. The one who has the most serious face, but mischievous grin hidden beneath it. Like the answer to a hidden enigma it emerges to flash before your eyes one minute, to be gone the next. With the dark hair over one eye and the two fingered wave.

This part of the "crap prose letter" is dedicated to telling you how much better pink frosted sprinkle doughnuts are better than double chocolate chip cookies.
They are automatic. Systematic. Hyyyyyyyydromatic. They are the best!!


But if we forget about the frills of doughnuts and cookies, and the happy stuff. We get nothing really between you and I.
The only time we have had an emotional clash or match was when I stole your knife back, after you used it to....defile your body.
But even then we still had a laugh, with me burying it with a spoon at the bottom of your garden.


Whenever I walk past that spot I have to keep in a giggle.

You don't know how comfy your corner really is. Trust me. My bedroom sucks compared to yours. I don't have a comfy corner like you.
Wish I did.

But whatever.

Im trying to say here is,
Thanks, for being the friend I've never fallen out with. Never had an emotional drainage with you, unless its hyperness or elation.

Thanks for being stable, and staying strong.
Even when others around us aren't.


To me, that makes you the shrouds.
The shrouds are the high tensile carbon fibre rods that help support the mast.
In more ways than one.
They have to cope with the abnormal movements of the mast under high speed, and the abuse they recieve from the sailors.

They are strong.

And dependable.

I've never seen one break.

Never.



Dear Kat,
I love you.