You Were My Sanity

Best Friends

It's been a month since my birthday and Raven and I had become great friends.

Scratch that, best friends.

I just don't understand it, you know? I met the guy a mere month ago and he's starting to mean everything to me already. I spoke to him about it and he just said it's a good thing.

About 3 days after we started talking, he started a long distance relationship with a girl name Alison. She was so damn pretty. Just looking at her made me feel self conscious. I envy her but at the same time, I'm happy for Raven. So damn happy that he's got a girl he thinks he loves.

Yes, loves.

He said after they started dating, the moment he asked her to be his and she accepted, his feelings for her skyrocketed. I can't help but be happy for him though she's beautiful. He seems to talk about her a lot lately and it's cute but sometimes it becomes the slightest bit aggravating when he's going non stop on about her.

I brush it off though. It's fine.

I've his wing man, advice girl, go-to-person. He's intellectually superior but I'll admit when it comes to entering the female mind, Raven lacks.

I help him out with that though, it's pretty funny; he seems like a young child asking about the simplest things.

When I first saw his profile picture, I was mesmerised. He resembled a Greek-like-goddess and I've always thought when people said that it was extremely cliché but it's true! His indescribable features go so well with his complexion and I'll be honest, I stared at his picture for some time.

I could tell he had good dress sense by his stylish clothes and he had a nice, healthy, drool worthy body.

He was also tan but that was only expected as he lived in Australia. It was all natural though, that meaning not even close to looking fake like Dorito chip wannabe girls we once talked about.

''What time is it in England? Shouldn't you be sleeping? :0'' Raven asked.

''Sorry Ma ;) and it's 5:43am. I don't need to sleep tonight though, it's all good!'' I replied.

Lately I had been doing that a lot. Not sleeping just to talk to him. It's extremely unhealthy, yes but he's just so much better than sleep.

The guy makes me laugh all night long with his ridiculousness and his words put me in a trance where I forget about everything.

He's like alcohol for me. Intoxicating and making me forget about everything temporarily however I'm not harming my liver at the same time.

So basically, as cliché as this sounds, he's like a drug to me. No, I'm not stealing that from Twilight (my theory is actually that Edward is actually a transexual women - he talks like one). Raven agrees.