I’ve been back-reading our messages and I just noticed that we’ve been talking for years with inconsistent number of days/ months apart. We sure did fought a lot about some petty matters but what I like most is that we talked about life, love and several other things. We shared with each other our deepest, darkest secrets. It’s just like an open book for us. We enjoyed our similarities and finally learned and accepted our differences. He was there when I was heartbroken, and comforted me while I was ranting about my work, family problems and the like. And on the day that my daddy passed away, he sent me this message but I chose not to respond. Kept on asking me how am I doing, he was there all along. This friendship is amazing. I wouldn’t trade this for the world! <3
