I don’t write much about love because I haven’t got much of a love-life to write about. Poor me.
So instead of writing about lovers I’ll write about my best friend. I don’t think I’ll love anyone outside my family more than him, so he deserves a place here.
we met outside the bar where we both come every week. He was trying to kiss a girl (she’s a very close friend of mine too now). she didn’t want to but someone else screamed: “I bet Suzanne’ll kiss you!” so he walked over to me. I was so drunk I kissed him back. A few days after we met again, both sober now, and talked the whole afternoon. I was having problems at home and a month after we first met he offered me to come stay at his place for a while. I stayed there for 3 months.
that’s 3 years ago now.
even though there are times I want to kill him myself, I’d kill anyone laying a finger on him. He was there for me when I was going through some real rough times even though he didn’t know me and that meant more to me than anything. I know he doesn’t read this, but I tell him every time I see him….I love Robert