We may not see each other very often. Months go by where we don�t talk. Years have gone by where we haven�t seen each other. But we never fall out and we never really drift apart. We just pop back into each other�s lives like we never left. Theoretically, we don�t take up a huge space in the other�s life; we can function perfectly well alone. But in reality, you take up a huge chunk of my heart.

I�m not afraid to say that I miss you, and vice versa. I�m not afraid to tell you when I�m scared or lonely, and you�re the same. We take and give abuse from one another and we laugh it off �cause it�s all in good fun and we�re the only people who can be this candid. I�m not afraid to say anything to you, and I always trust that you�ll tell me the truth. We understand one and other, and in this day and age that�s proving to be beyond rare. All it takes is one phone call filled with laughter, my incessant chatter and your reassurances and witty comebacks, and I feel better than ever.

When you call me a sissy �cause I don�t like surprises, I don�t get upset, I just laugh. When I call you a bitch for being so intimidating, you laugh back. When I tell you about my theory of J and the apologetic sex, you get what I�m saying and you laugh right along with me. When I say I have an interview in the morning, you instinctively know I�m nervous and you tell me I�m a natural with people; that I always sound intelligent and I should just be myself. You tell me to remember they�re just ordinary people, and he probably goes home and shoves something up his ass. And even though it�s incredibly crude and I�d have slapped you if I was with you, I can�t help but burst out laughing �cause you�ve made me calm down.

It�s been ten years and I�m so grateful that I have a friend like you. Even if we never have to keep to our pact; I�d be glad to marry you at 40 if we haven�t found our perfect partners. At least we mutually agree that our kids would be a fine contribution to the messed up next generation. And you like the name Sebastian, just like me.

The next time I�m wallowing and I�m scared I can�t build proper relationships and friendships, I�ll remember the connection I have with you and know that it does exist. That it is real. That it is possible. That it is mine. [To borrow some lines from Ms Rand]

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