I remember the days where I could clearly feel the taste of your name on the tip of my tongue. It would be so quick and easy when I'd talk of endless laughs and stories that you'd tell me over and over again. I never wanted to be so rude and say "you have told me this before," because I loved hearing it from you time and time again.

I also remember the times when I'd get so excited to receive that simple glistening message that said you wanted to hear my voice. I would rush to the living room telephone, never scared of being caught in the middle of the night with the telephone close to my ear and my smile beaming in the dark. I felt so content in hearing your laugh and I'd brag that it was the best laugh I've ever heard. She would say that in person it was so much better but I knew for a fact that the laugh was never pointed towards her. He always had someone's attention but it was never mine nor her's.

I remember the night where I first saw you and I got really excited because I thought that this small fragile looking boy was you but she whispered that it wasn't because she had already seen it in my face that I was staring with hard eyes. But then when you had finally come I couldn't dare look. I didn't want to be disappointed, and later when I had gotten brave enough to look your way, I was never let down one bit. My heart raced but seeing the interaction you had with someone else already made me get the sign that she would be your next beau. I wasn't as mad as she was. We were best friends and I knew that if anything went wrong you would come my way and confide in me dearly like I had done with you many times before. It was a good friendship, it was a healthy one too.

I remember feeling like my throat ate up my whole body when we fought this whole past week. I'd cry almost everyday because something was eating me inside. I knew what it was and I couldn't say it. I was scared. I didn't want to be let down and I didn't want to be turned away for another. I would get angry at one word answers. I'd start to flush when you'd call me names. You would say just kidding and I couldn't even speak because my mind was already starting to form angry thoughts towards you. It was all coming to an end. I felt that it was but I was wrong. I know that I should never anticipate our relationship because we aren't like my past and according to you we aren't like yours either.


Everything is fine now and we both laugh endlessly night after night. Sometimes a few thoughts flow through my head making me feel morose but then I remember everything you say. I know to trust you because I've trusted you now for too long to doubt what you say. Everything you have said has come out to be true.


This is what friends are for but to be your "wife", "goblin", "clown shoe", "lady dimpz" makes it all more special, even when you confide in making ugly faces and teasing me and picking me up and throwing me on the bed. Yeah it's all gay cheesy stuff but what ever I'm glad I have it.


YA HEARD ME! GLAD I HAVE IT!


(hope you like it lol)