For years, I have known that I have an incredibly special person as my best friend. They have been with me through thick and thin, good and bad, desertion, and redemption. I am not worthy of them, although I think they wouldn’t say that, of course. They are one of the fundamental pillars of my life. A tad melodramatic? Maybe, but if you heard the way I talked to them, I think you would at least believe that I believe what I am saying when I say that.
I have been in this maelstrom of late, and, with the help they probably would say wasn’t so special, they have, with the hands of a tiny group of people, pulled me from farther inside of the pit than I have been in some time. I am a very emotional man, and I am not ashamed in the least to say that. I fall into very, very deep Dark when I do. They are one of the let us say, five people in the world who can help me get out of that thing.
A crutch? Aye, maybe they are at that. I would rather them see me ugly cry forever than to hurt them any more than I already have by hiding things from them that one tells their best friend.
There is a quote, a quote I love very dearly from a brilliant poet, that explains better than I what I mean here.
“The only darkness we should allow into our lives is the night, for even then, we have the moon.” – Warsan Shire
They are part of that which makes my moon in the darkness of my life. They smile and laugh to make me smile and laugh and pick up the shattered pieces of what I was and hold onto them in case I ever require them again. They have never been asked to keep the broken and wounded. It is their hearts calling. They are, and always will be, the conduit of a more significant thing.
So, in short, love your friends. Love them with all of your heart. Gender and society be damned. Kiss them on the cheek and tell them that you love them. Hold them close to your heart and never let them think that they didn’t make the tidal forces of the planet that is you create waves that watered civilizations.
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I am JameyBear. Liberal. Hippie. Dad. Widower. Poet. Author. Sarcastic Ass. Friend. Lover. Hater.
I have lied and cheated, stolen and done violence in word and deed.
I have given the shirt off my back and they wanted the skin underneath instead.
I am a notorious soft touch, wearing my heart on my sleeve and wanting to make everyone happy.
I tip too much, too often, too many places, and it is has burned me even as recent as this week.
I love everyone I have ever hated still. I will always love the memory of being in love with them.
I want to be your friend. No. I want you to want me to be your friend.
I am clingy and needy, dependent and hopelessly lost in times that I will never live in.
I use language that was archaic when archaic was a new word in the early 19th century.
I want to record myself reading everything so people won’t forget me when I disappear.
I talk too much, listen too deeply, process too quickly and infer way too much.
My beard is also better than yours