It’s the weirdest thing. I know, I know, more about Jack. But seriously (and if you don’t want to read it, go away)… we have the oddest relationship. It’s a friendship. I mean, if you stuck a label on it, you’d throw everything else away and be stuck with friendship.
But what is friendship? The state of being friends? How about best friend? What the hell is a friend, anyway? Someone that you know? Know well? What?
What do you call a friend who can read the emotions on your face before you’re aware of feeling those emotions? What do you call a friend who calls your cell multiple times to make sure you’re okay when he gets an inkling that bad things are going down at your house? What do you call a friend who lets you dump on them, no matter the time of day? What do you call a friend that you push aside sleep and other responsibilities just to talk to for a few minutes each night? What do you call a friend who causes your arms to physically ache because you miss his hugs so much? What do you call a friend who you might possibly love, but has no clue (or is ignoring all clues, see first sentence of this paragraph)??
NO IDEA.
Oh noes. I’ve gone and lost my heart to my best friend.
Tags: emotions, friendship, Jack, love
