The Ballad of Brunch Boy and Verbage Girl

The forum blog post challange this week was to post about the qualities you want in a friend and the ones you have as a friend, which got me thinking. The people that I've thought I would become close to, generally haven't ended up being the ones who have become my close friends, so I don't know that I really know what to look for in a friend. Which got me thinking about Brunch Boy or J or whatever you'd to call him.

We had class together, years ago. We kind of gravitated to each other, started talking before class and during class and after class and hanging out all the time, along with his best friend. We got closer. We became best friends, basically. I don't know that there's a lot to explain, a lot to tell. We get each other, on some basic, instinctual level. We click. He's the person I can tell anything to. I call him in the middle of the night when I need something, even if what I need is jsut somebody to listen to me ramble and try to figure out my life. He makes me laugh. He teaches me so much. He takes care of me, and sometimes I take care of him. It's easy and it's complicated and it's simple and it's hard, all at once, most of the time. My relationship with him has been one of the most defining things in my life, he's a big part of why I'm me. I love him. In a way that's big and scary and simple and unchanging, I couldn't stop if I wanted to. He's stuck with me.