Day Eight and Day Nine
Write a letter to your favourite internet friend, and someone you wish you could meet.
Dear Sam,
I am bending the rules of this letter thing, because I have missed a couple of days and these two letters would be written to the same person anyway.
I have only been talking to you for three months, but like you said a couple of days ago, it feels like I’ve known you for years. We met online on Call of Duty 4, me being the absolute COD n00b that I am, you being the tenth prestige knobhead you are, probably with 1587635 kills and 0 deaths. I was hiding behind a wall and you ran over and said in your ridiculous accent ‘What the fuck are you doing sweetie?’ :’). I answered ‘..hiding.’ You then protected me for the rest of the match and let me leave with my dignity intact :’).
Ever since then you’ve become one of my best friends. I know people have their doubts and precautions about meeting people on the internet but I know so much about you now that we can throw that doubt out of the window - and there aren’t really many paedo’s hanging about as a tenth prestige on COD anyway to be honest.
Throughout all the crap that I’ve been through in the past couple of months you’ve always been there, even if I need you to ring you at 3am, you will always listen. You’ve been there and you’ve done that, therefore you give the best advice by far. You have the best morals and you know how to treat people right.
You also have a fantastic sense of humour, you chodeface. I’ve rung you on the verge of tears before, and within five minutes of speaking to you, I’m laughing so much I can’t breathe, you loser.
You need to get those driving lessons under your belt so we can meet. You’ve said you’re holding out for me, so I can’t let you down ;).
In all seriousness though, thankyou for everything you’ve done for me and for all the times you’ve cheered me up. The times you’ve acted more like a 2 year old than a 21 year old, the time you’ve rung me at 4am to tell me you’ve found a video of a guinea pig on a treadmill and all those the legendary texts you send me are just part of you.
Sam Edmunds is drunk.
Bare love for you babe! ;)
