Taking a proverbial page from the devils notebook, its insanely difficult to explain what this guys friendship means to me, and yet, its the easiest thing in the world.
During the course of that sentence, I figured out why its easy and why its hard.
Its everything. He's literal always been there for me, and I for him, and though it doesn't happen every time we see each other, and it doesn't need to, we open up and cry together when it needs to happen.
The hard part is expecting people to believe that its really that simple. There aren't complex decusions relating our feelings, we just KNOW when the other one needs something badly.
For instance, I know that though he's logged on right now, he won't be in the talkative mood until at least 1, and if I were to stay up until 2, I bet i Could get him to sneak out with me.
And because its a special occasion, we might actually go someplace.
I'm writing this all in here becuase it'd be sorta silly to tell him this. And a bit creepy.
Heh. Yeah.
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