Everyone has friends, and no matter what people say, even if they think they don’t… they have friends. They might not have the friends they want, but they’ve got people out there who care about them.
And then you’ve got your best friends, those people who you talk to every day if at all possible and can’t imagine your life without. It’s like having a boyfriend or girlfriend without having the emotional ties of sex and such being put into it. It’s not always ideal for some people – some people fall so stupidly in love with their best friends that it becomes difficult to function around them – but generally best friends are the exception to the statement that pops up every once in a while in everyone’s life of: I hate everyone, go away.
I have very few of these friends, and even when I need time alone I’ll try to work them into my schedule. Three of them come to mind but names don’t need to be named because only one of them really reads this blog and he’ll know damn well he’s included.
What I’m getting at is the statement made in the picture in this post will always hold true to these people. You’ve made your way inside of me – in a nonsexual way, hurdur – and are likely never to be rooted out. I know none of the people mentioned really need that affirmation or reassurance, but it makes me feel better to let the world know, I guess.
You’re loved. I love you. I will always love you. Don’t go away, please.