An ode to my B-F

You laugh when I accidentally have entire conversations in my head, and then look at you surprised because you have no idea what I’m talking about when I blurt a nonsensical sentence at you in the rain.

You drive me everywhere… because I’m very bad at remembering to look at the road when I’m behind the steering wheel.

You love breakfast as much and as late as I do.

You let me be the third wheel to you and your mister very very often, and neither of you ever seem to resent me being there.

You give the best hugs.

If I haven’t mentioned it already – I’ll miss you when we’re not in the same city.

Looking backwards…