Ours is my favorite story to tell.
How we basically grew up together
but I didn’t know you
How we shared a class
But never talked
How I was friends with your girlfriend before I was friends with you
How I took your side, rather than hers
When we moved and I was nervous, yet happy
to have a familiar face,
while still unknown,
You welcomed me with kindness and understanding.
Loosened me up
Made me watch awful movies
and yelled at me for talking
I got to know you
The good and bad,
the thoughts and emotions
That time you said “I can’t wait to be a dad”
or when I was brutally, almost absurdly honest
When we kissed and I didn’t know what I would do,
because I was so scared
to mess things up
You said the reason it happened, then the reason it didn’t, was
“because of our friendship”
that even now the line still blurs from time to time
but neither one of us is willing to cross it
in sacrifice of the other
How can I express how lucky I feel,
to have found a friend in you
To have gone unnoticed,
all those childhood years
How thankful I am to know you’re here,
as am I,
whenever the other needs help
Thank you, my friend,
for being one of the best people I know.
For not judging, for pushing,
for making me the third wheel (on numerous occasions),
for telling me when I’m falling short of what I deserve.
For calling me on the bullshit,
and letting me call you on yours.
Ours is my favorite story to tell,
Because it was unexpected
Because it’s remained,
through so many things and relationships
Ours is my favorite story to tell —
— Because you’re you,
and I’m so glad.