If I had to give him a title, it'd be too complicated. No, exactly that 'too complicated.' He was a stranger I befriended and let into my heart, then I kept him there. He's my pick me up at 2am when Starbucks is closed. I felt in a fantasy that our fate was sealed the day I inspired him thru my writing to write a blog. Since then we've been seperated by a mere 400 miles and not much else. And I realize his true purpose is to be my best man not the groom. We weren't conventional and that was needed and necessary. Single life had the best of us. Had our emotions got the best of us, this blog could have been written from either of two extremes. I feel its only necessary to some what publically thank him for putting up with problems I'm sure he wouldn't take from anyone else. Especially during times when common sense evades me, I'm thankful he's there to tell me the shit I dont wanna hear. Through relationships, the goods and bads, and the drunk debocales I bring to his doorstep, I know I can count on him to answer even the stupidest phone calls. And thats all a girl wants.
Today he's inspired me to get back to me. The way he's used to.
Neil N Nikki. I love you like a brother, incestuously.
