I proclaim that we are friends, and I do like passing the day with you in inconsequential yet serious chatter. Truly, I wouldn’t mind the slightest bit, washing up beside you, dusting beside you, or possibly even reading that front half of the Sunday morning paper, while you read the back. We are friends, and if you were to leave, I would miss you, still do miss you, and think of you very often actually. Although we are changing, rapidly if I might say so myself, trying to find our own place to fit into this world, both of us know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our faces, we will be able to find each other, regardless, because no matter where this contorting world will take us, nothing will change our camaraderie.
When it hurts to look back, and you’re scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there.
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Me: This just really doesn't feel up to par. It's missing something. -_-
Aaron: A picture of my sweet ass.
Me: You know I kept that picture in my BlackMail files Aaron. ^_^
Aaron: ...
Me: Wait, let me find it.
Aaron: Ahahahaha
