I've been told recently that I'm a good friend. Now this, coming from him, is because I've driven him home drunk on multiple occasions and drove/stayed with him in the ER a couple of months ago. But he's not the only one who's told me this. Rex thanked me for hanging out with him tonight, and he's even written a blog post about me!
Lately I've been thinking a lot about one of my closest friends, because I miss him and I feel like I've been neglecting our relationship. He is hands down the least judgmental person I've ever met, he gives great advice, he's fiercely loyal, and really is absolutely inspiring. I think that's the number one thing he's taught me; you don't have to save lives, write powerful words, or advocate for important causes to be inspiring. You just have to be a good person.
My favorite thing about us is how, regardless of time spent apart, we always fall right back into conversation like we spoke yesterday. I can honestly say that if, for some reason, I ever get married, I will most likely ask him to be my man of honor. I can't imagine my life without him.
So ok, maybe this all sounds a little creepy, or a little like I'm in love with him, but he has been my best friend for 15 years - and when you've only been alive for 23, that's a pretty long time.
This post didn't end up taking the direction I expected.
Drive fast, take chances.
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