Got your boots handy? It's about to get deep (again).
There are few people in this world who just get you. Few people in this world who think the way you think, act the way you act, support you no matter what stupid decisions you make, and have your back no matter what.
I talked to two of those people today...but let's be honest...Megan is a bit of an attention hog when it comes to this particular New Year's Resolution of mine, so Megs? You're taking a back seat on this one babycakes ;) Though I do love you -- and our two-hour conversation we had today.
So, Ross? This one's for you.
It's kind of amazing that I've been able to go 74 days without singing your praises. Honestly.
Ross, you have the biggest heart of anyone I know, and that's no exaggeration. You honestly do. You are one of the kindest, selfless, most remarkable people I have ever met.
I think one of the reasons I've avoided writing this post for so long, is out of fear that my words will fall far short. They already are.
This is like the time my Dad decided that (as the Journalist in the family) I should be the one to deliver my grandma's eulogy. Yeah, that didn't work so well...I sobbed like a baby, and hardly made my way through it.
Or the time, my family decided that since I delivered my grandmother's eulogy (and poorly at that), that I should be the one to read something at my grandfather's funeral. Again...bad idea.
And just like in those two scenarios, I probably won't do you justice Ross, and for that, I apologize.
Truth of the matter is, you are one of the greatest human beings I've ever met. Ever. And anyone that knows you will easily say the same. Including my dad...and that says a lot.
You made Montana feel like home. You and your family welcomed me in with open arms. You toured the state with me, and did all sorts of crazy touristy things. You spoiled me absolutely rotten. You took care of me when I was sick, made me laugh when I was crying, and surprised me left and right. You brought me coffee every morning, planned road trips every weekend, answered the phone at all sorts of odd hours, put up with me when I was drunk, loved me for all my crazy quirks, and accepted me for who I was (and am). You send me flowers every February 11th, and pass along $20 so I can buy a bottle of wine to drown my sorrows in. You put up with my mood swings, see past my stubbornness, and know that I'm not nearly as big of a bitch (or as big of a tough guy) as I make myself out to be. You pick me up when I fall, support me 100%, give me space when I need it, and you're truly the greatest friend anyone can ask for.
What makes all of this even more remarkable, is the fact that you're able to do all of this for your ex-girlfriend. Actually, that's not even completely accurate. You're able to do all of this for a girl who moved across the country in search of her dreams, and then smashed your heart in a million pieces. You were able to forgive, to look past everything, to look beyond yourself, your own feelings, your own desires and be the rock you always have been for me. And for that, there are no words. I know what your friends say (and any good friends would)...that you're a sucker. That you're stupid. That I'm a bitch. That you should drop me like I'm hot (well, I am kinda hot...haha ;) just kidding). That I'm a heartbreaker, and no better than Jamie. And while, in some respects, all of that may be true...you have never faltered. You are just as good of a friend to me today as you were that day back in 2006, when I moved 2,000 miles across the country all by myself, and stopped to ask the big bouncer with the big heart and the big laugh, if it was safe to pee in the bathroom because my buddy said it was haunted.
You listen to me rant and rave about boys. You listen to me gush about current boyfriends, give me advice on how to make them happy (even though I know it must pain you to do it), or what I should do on days (like today) when I have en entire mental breakdown and just let it all out.
You have always been there for me. Always. You have never faltered.
And for that Ross...there are no words. Thank you doesn't come close enough. It doesn't. The English language falls far short...and this master wordsmith (hint: that's me) finds herself tongue-tied.
Words aren't enough, Ross. They really aren't. But they've all I got.
So...on behalf of everyone whose heart you've touched (and that's half the Treasure State)...
Thank you.
You have no idea what you mean to so many people...
but maybe this post gives you a better idea, of what you mean to at least one of them :)
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