Holly - The Boom

Dear Holly.

I don't really know how to describe our relationship. We've known each-other since the age of what. 11? Weird huh. Since year 7 really. Seems like ages ago.

We've had our ups and downs. And I'm glad to know my brother educated you in the usage and appliances of various swearwords. Just like he did for me too.

You fall, and soar at the same time, you have some kind of special ability to be fantastic, and amazing at the same time.
Don't know how you do it.
Don't wanna know actually.
Its your secret.

I'm not sure what else to say really, aside from don't get too mad at me next time I decide to write in your science book.
And pretend to write in your science book, to wind you up over the entire summer.

But anyway.

It made you laugh.


You are the Boom Holly.
You swing back and forth on every tack I make, connected to every part of the boat, carrying the mainsail across under high pressure.
You control the mainsail.
The most important sail of them all.
Hence the name.
And without you.
.
I'd barely be moving.



Dear Holly.
I love you.