Not this Saturday, but the Saturday before...I turned 23.
Some of my friends were there to celebrate the day (or night before) with me. And he was there.
We are at a place where the tension between us is subdued, but there is an awkwardness now. I was excited that he was coming, but worried that he would bring his girlfriend...why should it even matter?
My cousin, when I told her, said that he should have brought his girlfriend, if we are just friends it shouldn't be a big deal. She's right, it shouldn't.
I love him, that is a fact that will not change any time in the near future. I have loved him for 6 years. Regardless of my need to throw things, to cry, to rage...I have loved him. And as imperfect as that love is...as cold, and mean, and angry and prideful and painful as it is...it is there, always.
Because he loves me too. It is not the love I crave, but it is warm, and gentle, honest and open, soothing and humble and understanding, it is not proud or self seeking...and in the end, it always perseveres.
I can't ask for a better friend.



