Hold onto me

A description of the friendship I share with my best friend

You and I. How could it not even be a year. How could so much unexpected be in my life. God is so smart. God is so good. God is so logical. I laugh at the fact that within your family was another shockingly unexpected transpiration. Did it make us stronger? I don’t know but it didn’t make us weaker. Damn we’re always fighting. Damn I f**k up a lot don’t I.. You may not be as forgiving as I but your heart loves and it’s a strongly adhesive love. I’ll always forgive you. I’ll always hug you. I’ll always laugh. I’ll always run my nails warmly over your t shirt, I’ll always smile at you and wave both hands weather it’s to drunkenly say hello or to signal you to lay with me in the midst of a headache. I never worry about how tough you want to look. I’ll never worry about how damn hard you can be because I know you. I know you won’t let your meltable, incredibly soft core dissolve. It’ll always be there and I will always hold the correct amount of warmth to melt you down. In those times I will forever hope you settle. I hope I lay in my late years while I’m bound to him and maybe children and you still sleepily mumble “hold my hand” I hope I can stand in stabbing pain do to the morning frost on my feet as you tell me you love me. I hope the childish play we share lasts forever and I hope I forever feel that sinking feeling deep in my heart when you say something that stings. When you speak without your mind coming along. As the warm and cozy evening covered our spirits the way eyelids cover sleeping eyes, and I laid with you, you laid with me, we speak low, we simply yet so satisfyingly run our hands, and even lips touch not inspired by romance but by dizziness and the love of a brother, my heart did skip a beat not roused in love but in friendship.