He’s sitting there, only a metre away from me, giving me the look he does when he’s doing something I shouldn’t know about.
It’ll only be something silly to you, like making a picture of me on my ipod (don’t ask), but that will make my day.
He hasn’t had a haircut in a while – it’s got to the point where he’s the one saying it needs cutting! – so his hair falls over his concentration face in a beautiful wave of brown locks, blocking my view.
But I know him so well now that I don’t need to see his face – I know what face he’s pulling without looking, down to the smallest muscle twitch.
He infuriates me. But he makes me the happiest I’ve ever been.
And together we are allowed to be 5 again – but we can be adults when needs be.
He is my best friend.
He is everything.
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