I hate people but I really like you

Just a little something for a close friend of mine

I wear a mask. A porcelain mask, that hides most of my being. The majority of people only see the highly sexual very hyper side of me. But there are a few who get to see the other parts of me. The odd questions I'm afraid to ask anyone. The way I snort when I laugh way to hard. My obsession with a chocolaty spread. And even the bad bits. Like the lack of value I put on normal friendships. The way I can easily fall out of love with someone. How my words come out harshly even when I try to speak sweetly, and the fact that I just really don't like speaking to people! There are only three friends that I will truly go out of my way for. If any of them called upon me I would drop whatever I may be doing no matter what. Even knowing that fact, there is still one of them that goes higher. Him. He's the one who fought through all of the barriers I worked so hard on building. No matter what happens he always makes my world a bit brighter. At my wedding he'd either be my husband, or my maid of honor (Either would be lovely) When I'm doing wrong, no matter how much I hate to admit it, he can make me do right within seconds. I assume that's why the phrase ''better half'' was invented?  Building my future wouldn't be complete without him. It would be like food without seasoning; It's ok, but there will always be something missing. He makes me want to do things that I never would do for anyone else. Dancing and singing like an idiot. Or  I  wish for him to meet a woman that can make him the happiest guy in the world ; I don't want to have to kick the a*s of the next woman to break his heart. I have never met someone who is so alike to me, yet so different at the same time. He's the spongebob to my patrick, and the batman to my joker--  Really, what would the joker do without batman? Be bored as hell that's what!--  If I could talk to him every second of every hour I would. Because I know he could never make me bored. Sometimes I feel that I smother him, that maybe I'm too much. But then I remember that I hardly speak to him anymore. Which really doesn't make since, he IS one of my favorite people to talk to. There isn't a need to use fancy words to describe how I feel about our friendship. I can truly be my weirdest, quirkiest, annoying self with him. Sure, I can be like this with my other two friends, but honestly he gets the truest, rawest, me. Good and bad. Because he's my bubby.