Ever notice that some people are just harder to buy for?

Today is my very close friend's birthday, her 18th to be exact. (She is really close, not even five minutes up the road [*dr-drum drum cymbal*] ) So anyway, I've known this fact for a whole year. Over this past year, I've done a lot of things, and been a lot of places and nothing across the worldly places I have been, has turned to me and shouted out *buy me for Maurisa*. So until I come up with the perfect gift (because nothing less than perfect is being exchanged from me to her, that's just how I am) I will write for her.

Maurisa, my dear.

In all honesty, you and I both know we've had our downs, but today, I am proud to say that I've known you since you were five. That’s thirteen years. And we've been amazingly close friends for at least five of them. You, my dear have never been afraid to be yourself. Whether it has been with the clothes you wear, the music you listen to, or the things you draw, you are yourself, and no one else.

Eclectic. You are. You look at the things around you and get inspired, you take them, and make them your own and make them you. Some say that change isn't good, but for you to be able to become whatever you want, for you to be able to not be afraid of changing a bit, for you to still be you after all the changed you've made within yourself, is one amazing feat.

As far as gifts go, my volleyball lover, I'm getting you a gift, and it is obviously going to be late. The thing about this gift, is that I want you to love it. Here's why: I still remember years ago when I had a birthday, I had seen a lot of people sporting religious crosses, and with my mother encouraging to get 'God' in my life, I said in passing, that I wanted one. You, being you, got one for me. Silver, not gold (because gold is not my thing and you know that) with the crucifix on it. I still have it, somewhere in my now expansive collection of jewels, but my mother (after telling me I need 'God') encouraged me not to wear it for whatever reason she gave.
Last year, or perhaps the year before, (now that I'm thinking about it, I think it was the year before, my 16th birthday) you got me a Tupac pendant for my chain (it actually says 2Pac). I still have it, I keep (when I don't wear it) it in it's little box that you gave it to me in from Everich, I suspect. The point of these stories is that you thought about my gifts. You did not go out and randomly buy the first thing you saw, well maybe you did, but you got lucky knowing that it did have a specific connection with me.

I'm not going to go out searching and searching for a gift for you on this tiny island without having a 'ballpark figure' of sorts concerning what I want to get you. If by Saturday you have not received a gift from me, the first part will be a bunch of drinks; I'm getting you piss drunk, for reference. So when you get a gift from me, you should know that I have thought about it for a year. And that to me, for your 18th, money should not be an object. So it wont be (to a certain extent, I'm not rich you know).

I love you Maurisa, Happy 18th Birthday. Have fun for me, because you can since your exams are over (bitch). In essence, this is the first part of your gift, but I don't want you to be thinking this is all to come.

Happy Birthday to my volleyball lover, my Taurus friend and to the girl who lives up the hill.




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