November 27, 2010
the one's for the boy that is my bff.
i saw this post on le love today about 'other gender best friends' and it made me instantly think of my william. i've picked him up at 4 in the morning from scottsdale when he was belig. i've cradled him as he cried about an ex girlfriend on my balcony, on a water mattress, eating a popsicle. he bought me a table my last night out at american junkie - and proceeded to barf under said the table. we have the same judgmental type of humor - and would rudely ask girls why they were at bars when they were (not really) pregnant. we sound (and slightly stalked) a super slutty girl with glasses would would go home with a different guy each night we drank 25 cent beers at barneys. we cheer each other on and i bitch him out when he needs it most. i asked him to be in my (future) wedding and he said "f that noise - i'm a dude - bro". i miss him and wish hermosa beach wasn't so far away from la crosse.
this one is for you willz:
This one also goes out to all the best other-gender best friends in the world. The ones that pick you up late at night for supper, just to take you out of your head. The ones that show you not all the men in the world are screw-ups and traitors, the ones that help you believe that good people still exist in the world. The ones you can laugh with without wanting to kiss, the ones who can give you that insight into that boy's soul you've been dying to know. The ones who swear they'll beat up / get the triads to beat up the poor sod who had the poor judgment to cheat on someone as wonderful and incredible as you even though it's the first night they've met you. This one goes out to all the incredible best other-gender best friends in the world who stuck around even when you abandoned them because your possessive ex-boyfriend went loco every time you even spoke to them. The ones that love you exactly the way you are, the ones that don't mind you snuggling against them just for a warm body without asking for anything more, the ones that come all the way down to the club from home just to drive you home, the ones that cry with you when you sit in your darkness wondering what you've done to deserve such betrayal from the one boy you'd give anything for. The ones that hurt with you when you're drowning in your darkness, the ones that hurt because they see your pain and can't do anything to touch you, to help you.