I am a lucky, lucky boy.

[judecorp]

I have a friend. A very good friend. When I think about it, I haven't known this person all that long, in contrast to my life, in contrast to many of my other friendships. The effect my friend has on me is stunning. More than stunning.

I walked a couple miles around my apartment complex, about three laps around, and I was missing my friend. So I pretended that my friend was with me and I babbled incessantly, letting my stream of consciousness thoughts flow. My friend would listen, and nod, and listen. So I let my words run away.

I use different words to describe my relationship with my friend. Sometimes I'm content to say that we perfectly complement each other. Sometimes my friend is the yang to my yin. Sometimes we're puzzle pieces. Tonight, though, I knew that it was more than that.

My friend completes me. My friend is my mirror in so many ways, and helps me understand the other side of things, the side I don't feel. My friend gently pushes me to supercede my boundaries and I know it's safe to do so - because my friend will be on the other side, waiting. I'm thrilled not only by what I receive from their half, but what I can give from mine.

This is one of the best friends I have ever had. I am so privileged.

Thank you. You know who you are. And thank you for saying, when I actually for real connected with you, that you were missing me terribly, that you hoped it didn't creep me out but there was something going on tonight, somehow I was closer to you and reaching out, so you were hoping we could connect.

Yes, that was me, walking around my apartment complex, talking to you. Thank you for hearing me.