What I Love About My Friend.

I have a friend who:

- makes silly analogies with me when we talk.

- talks English with me.

- is always honest with me, although sometimes they're not pleasant things to hear.

- listens to me even though he's thousand miles away.

- lights up from deep slumber whenever I mention anything resembling to word 'Cheese'

- knows about my dark secrets, my hopeful dreams and my recent occurrings.

- loves music as much as I do and read more books than me.

- tells me about his sometimes-hopeless customers of the day and the Triple M.

- I can have the most interesting word game ever with.

- would definitely sit with me in a coffee shop while I cry over an unworthy boy.

- encourages my passion and even reminds me of its importance and urgency.

- can bring my mood down and up at one single day.

- shares my love for good food and good liquors.

- waits patiently until I screw up enough courage to do what I think I would never do.

- is prone to accidents but still offers to be my bodyguard.

- buys lame chinese soup on my recommendation when he's sick although he loathes the soup.

- I can say okay to very easily whenever he starts his sentence by, "Just take my advice..."

- would definitely succeed in making me get on the most horrifying roller coaster even though I'm terrified.

- adores cheese but hates cheesecake.

- tries to take care of me as best as he can.

- is the only guy friend I let to take care of me.

- talks to me every damn day about everything and nothing under the sun; his sun and my sun.

- I would spend hours to talk to just because I want to.

- I have a crush on and has a crush on me.

- knows about my little scared self and still doesn't jerk away, till now.

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My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.

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I am lousy in explaining myself in words as I believe articulating something as complicated as personality stringed together in sentences does no justice to the profoundness in me. I may not know much but I know this much is true. I have morbid fascination over people's stories regardless where they came from or what background they grew up in. I indulge in their stories not because I'm nosy but because I find them enriching mine. I wish to be awed by the possibilities and differences I find in people from all over the world and I never hesitate to befriend them if the attraction is likewise. I am a creature of language, emotions, rationality experiences, comprehension, and love. I use words and ideas to change the world, I cling to my emotions and rationality to yield decisions, I base my decisions on experiences, I define skewed things I find through a weak attempt of comprehension and I love almost everyone.