we shouldn't be friends. i should hate you. but i don't.
up there is the guy that i can talk to hours for, who knows me so well sometimes i think it's unnatural, but i wouldn't want it any other way. everyone knows the story between us. and even though i know he hates thinking about it, i'm glad it happened, because i learnt alot, and also learnt just how much someone so different from me meant, because it opened my eyes. i think he's truly amazing for what he does, and the amount of will power he has, i sure know i couldn't do it.
i can look back over the past year and smile at all the memories i have with him, the first time i met him by myself i knew he was gonna be special, just because i'd had a netball tournament, smelt, was in trackies, but he still let me flop all over him, and said i have the ass of a goddess. i can never think of 'boum chipalatas' in the same way again, and how he's the only person who can really read me like a book. he made me open up when i was closed off before, he was the reason i feel, and still the only person who noticed i touch my ear when i'm nervous.
i sometimes wish i knew what could've happened, but most of the time i'm just glad that i've found one of the best friends i know i will ever meet and i hope we're friends for a long time. you truly are someone i don't want to lose, i know i take you for granted and i know i'm a total twat to you sometimes, but i only ever do it because i love you.


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