I haven't spoken to you in over a month and its driving me mad. I know we're both busy with work and having lives, but I'm slowly missing you more and more.

Remember when you went to Italy for a month? Patti cried and I tried my hardest not too, but it was like a part of me was missing.

You came home and instantly we were back to finishing each others sentences and laughing our heads off.

With out you, how am I to perform the shovel test? I failed it, you know. I wish you lived closer and didn't work as much. I wish you weren't a social butterfly.
I secretly want you to devote all of your free time to me.

I can hear your giggle right now. The kind of giggle that happens after I say something stupid, and you love me for it anyway. I miss your laugh, the kind you have right before we both delve into a fit of snorting.
The 5am rides singing at the top of our lungs as we chain smoke, with out a care in the world? I miss that too. You are my poodle, I am your pookie.
And there's this loud boisterous thing missing in my life right now.
I think it's you.

I give you shit for the stupid things you do, because someone needs too. Your other friends will ignore it, or are too infatuated to comment on them. But i need you to sit with me, telling me "Yes, you do need a zester" and "Yes, those are amazing pants."
Theres just something about a gay best friend that brings out the best in me. I haven't laughed the way I laugh with you in a long time. I miss our jokes. I miss our random moments of hilarity for no reason at all.
I miss 3am drives to Arbys because I want curly fries.

I know you're upset. And you think life hates you. But Poodle you're an amazing person, and I know that its going to get better for you. It will get better long before it gets any worse. You keep smiling and laughing, and keep busting your ass because you're going to make it out of this alive. I promise you.

God, I hate that I have to go to work and can't call you and make you come over.
I wish you would call me more. I feel like sometimes you're so wrapped up in your own life that you forget there are others in it, others who you don't see everyday, but should.

And now, I have to go to work.


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Libërty said...

I've read about four of your entries.

But I like them.

So now I will begin to blogstalk and twitterstalk you.

K then. :)