Once Upon a Time

 

Once Upon a Time

 

Once upon a time, there was this person in my life who meant the world to me...

 

And secretly, I loved him.

 

I loved him in a way, that I've never loved anyone since.  He was one of the very few people I have ever been able to fully open up to, share my secrets and dreams with, be completely foolish with(without feeling completely foolish). He was the person who took every opportunity to embarrass me in public, but only in a cute-and non-emotionally scarring kind of way.  This same person knew when I was having a bad day, just by the decrease in the amount of laughter that was always seemingly present when we were together.   He knew that I tap my feet on the floor when I'm anxious. He knew that dark chocolate was my favorite, but I'd still fight over a bag of Twizzlers at the movie theater. And I might just punch someone over a Reese's cup if it came down to the last one in t Halloween candy stash.  This same person would send me "drunk" texts, randomly but most commonly on the weekends and generally at stupid thirty in the a.m.

 

He bought me "Legends of the Fall" for Christmas one year. I guess he felt I need a good dose of Brad Pitt. Still not sure about that one...  We caught each other crying during "The Patriot", but both of us swore we had something in our eyes.

 

And this person, I loved him.

I loved him because he was my best friend. And I know he loved me too.

 

I know he loved me because he allowed me to be me, 100%. With no fear of judgement, no fear of dramatics. Every day together was an adventure and we had a hell of a time.

 

It was beautiful. Pure friendship, no expectations, just mutual support and  awesomeness.

 

 

That's what I've been missing in my life.