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Sarah, 18, Singapore
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So often I write about people who anger me, or hurt me, or tear down - no, rip apart - my walls and leave without so much as an attempt of an apology. I have the propensity to leave out the good ones - and I think it's high time to acknowledge them and provide them with the recognition they so deserve. After all, life's not all heartbreak and second guessing - life is good. Life is wonderful and filled with people who love you so much (beyond your understanding) and I should start treating it as such.

(Each "you'' in each paragraph is a different person who leaves me thankful that I have 'em around. Hehehe do you want to guess which paragraph is about yourself if there is one)

I am grateful for you, who knows exactly what type of chocolate I like and hands them out to me like water from a tap. You who reminds me that hard times are ephemeral and you who goes out of your way to spend time with me so I feel less withdrawn. You share yourself with me and to return the favour you allow me to do the same. Both of us, so hidden in our own elements yet we managed to find each other.

I am grateful for you, because I really (really) like your smile. I want to permanently fix your face into that smile and bring it home in my pocket; only I know that the rarity of your smiles makes them even better. I like it when you smile at me - there is something about the slant of your mouth and the way your eyes dance when we make eye contact that makes me feel like we are sharing a secret; you feel like my secret. It is a special talent you have - I have never known anyone who is able to make me feel like their smile is classified information. You do.

I am grateful for you because you look genuinely happy to see me when you see me around. God, I love people like you - people who look pleasantly surprised to see you, even if just in crossing. We barely know each other, yet you make me feel special. I want to bottle the way your face lights up and the way you smile when you see me and keep it at home. Save it for rainy days and even then, be reluctant to open it because I want to preserve how you make me feel.

I am grateful for you, who tolerates my sporadic replies (I am such a terrible texter) and who still wants to talk to me nonetheless. You make me feel special and important and... needed and honestly I'm bewildered about why you even like me so much because I feel like a terrible friend but you've never wanted to stop being mine. I've always been slightly afraid that you would get bored of me (distance is an untimely and terrible thing) but you allay my fears by never acting like it.

I am grateful for you, who knows not to ask questions because your sixth sense tells you I don't want to answer them. I have never known another person more sensitive to my feelings - you accept that I'm secretive and you love me still. I am inconsistent yet you are steady; dependable. You remind me of concrete - you hold my bricks together; you are reliable and sturdy and tough.

..... I'm pretty damn lucky to have all of you.
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