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I just want to tell you all about a friend I have, who I am immensely grateful for. I love him - completely platonically - so very very much and I am so lucky to have him in my life. He really is one of my absolute favourite people in the world.
He's intelligent and incredibly witty, and his sense of humour is on point. We're constantly verbally sparring and cheerfully insulting each other, to the point where we can sometimes go several hours on rudeness alone. It's important to say that we both love these exchanges and never take offence at them. If either of us feels like we may have stepped close to a line, we compensate with a hug. Our insults are truly delivered with the greatest of affection and we both know it. He's the only person I've ever met that I have this dynamic with, and I would NEVER speak to anyone else the way I do to him.
He's also one of the kindest people I've ever known. Despite all the smart insults, if anything is ever even slightly wrong he's there in an instant, he'll listen and ask if you need to talk and be with you and comfort you. He notices if you space out and don't look quite right, and he quietly asks if you're alright. One time he asked me if I was okay - I wasn't really - and I just deflected the question with an unrelated joke (an unfortunate habit of mine when I'm struggling; I close off). He just waited a few minutes, then squeezed my shoulder and asked again in a different way. I've spent periods of time just resting my head on his shoulder in silence, because his gentle warmth has a way of soothing the jagged edges of a hurting heart. His advice is always considered and wise. When things go wrong, he's one of the first people I go to.
He's fairly tactile and I love that. Being away from my family, I hadn't realised how much I would miss the regular hugs and general physical contact. So I love that he hugs me, touches my shoulder, puts an arm around me, pokes and prods and flicks me to playfully annoy me, and so on. Once, at the end of an night of laughter and fun, I finally said I had to go and sleep. He told me to get home safely (it was about a 30 second walk from door to door) and put a hand on my leg, and I ran my hand down his arm. It's 100% platonic, and it just makes me feel good and happy and cared for.
He has the knack of making me laugh and smile, and when negative feelings start to suffocate he brings the oxygen for me to breathe again. He's someone I trust implicitly and love endlessly, and I will always be grateful for his humour and his insults and his generous compassion. I am so blessed that the universe strung together the series of coincidences and opportunities and decisions which brought him into my life.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for everything you are.
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