my best friend is called ben. i only met him four months ago, but i honestly don't know how i managed without him before. he's helped me through my break up, through my shit days and my good days. i think i've helped him through some things, but somehow it doesn't seem to add up enough..
he's supported me when i've woken up with night terrors. despite the fact that most people freak out, he did the complete opposite. instead, he hugged me until i calmed down and held my hand until i stopped shaking. no other friend has ever done that before.
he's caring, funny and sweet. and stubborn and nerdy, but in the most endearing way possible. a complete oddball as well, but who wants boring. he always knows exactly what to say and do at the right time, something most guys are completely oblivious to. and he has a motorbike and he cooks. god knows why he's still single.
i know he'll read this at some point, and i know he's going to hold it over me for god knows how long. but fuck it. i'm in an appreciative mood. so ben, thank you. and if you take the piss, i WILL hurt you :)
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