i've decided. i'm not fucking insane. i love someone i've known 12 years, someone who has seen me through things no one else even knows about. great things, bad things, mediocre things.



you see, recently i met someone who insisted on repeatedly telling me that i need to "get over mike, it's been months". and i dunno why, but this person succeeded in making me question myself and how i feel about mike. but, in a moment of sudden clarity, i realized this "advice" was coming from someone who's best friend was his playstation, who was completely and totally head over heels for his roommate's girlfriend, and thought friendship required nothing but sending links to fucking comic strips back and forth on IM.



i have returned to my senses. there is nothing, NOTHING fucking wrong with missing and loving mike. nothing. he's been in my fucking heart for 12 goddamned years and it's not just something i can let go of after one vague letter and then not hearing from him for a few months. which has happened before and it turned out he was in the hole. first and foremost, he is my friend and i can't just drop him like a bad habit when shit gets hard. it's not like him at all to not respond and quite frankly, i'm worried about him more than anything.



so. there.



fuck, that was so stuart smalley.