hey mr superman

to know that you have someone that you could call in the middle of the night just to moan about how bad your day was, to throw the childish tantrum about how tough the paper was and to listen to you crying when you miss your mom or even simply to go gaga about how hungry you were at that time is a great feeling. it's like a magic whenever you're with him, you can let it all go from your head, you could be nimble, you could have it simple you still could feel good despite red pimples on your forehead, the silly jokes, the loud quirky laugh you throw without have to worry what he will say. you can't even do that with your boyfriend! and to fight like a dog and cat for a sec and how you forgot how to behave, how a lady is supposedly tied to her manners or when you were chilling like an ice cream filling as you did nothing except breathing, walking and moving and talking and talking again over everything and he listens to you and if you ask me, the feeling is complimentary. it's overwhelming. it's overjoyed. it's golden.

what a beautiful thing friendship is, ey?