I like him. Say what you will, I’m not going to change my mind. In fact, I liked him when he was with her, but that was also a time when I liked her as well. I’ve known him since he was a little child, immature and naive, never able to stand up for himself even when faced with fire. We hadn’t spoken much either, but we always were together, inseparable if you will, and I’ve nurtured him just as much he has nurtured me. People don’t agree that we can be friends, or that we already are—I don’t understand that. It’s not as if I’m waiting for anyone to say anything. It is what it is, and that’s that!

Well, enough about that.

We’re friends. There was this one time when that girl asked him out, and I could feel a butterfly—or was it a moth?—flutter around inside me when he asked me if he should say yes! At most other times, he’s not asked me if he should like this or like that, or hate this or hate that, but when it came to something so personal… it was like magic. On the other hand, I’ve always been more asking of his opinions and criticism about almost everything. Whatever it is that I do, I do it making sure there’s something in it for him as well, so he can join me in my ecstasy.

A few years ago, there was a sudden change in him, brought about as a result of something he’d seen (he hasn’t ever told me what it was). He began to frequent bouts of psychosis—or what we thought was psychosis—until some self-diagnosis proved that he had been cured of something. Since only I knew him all that well, and since I didn’t know what the affliction was in the first place, I’ve had to take his word for it. He became more opinionated, more independent, but more in a way that also seemed to include me and my wants with him and his wants. We were brought together at the slightest excuse, and I only say excuse because I don’t want to say providence… because I want this to be something we’ve engineered together and not one of the conspiracies of this Universe. I want this to be mine, and I know he does, too.

We want this to be ours and, that way, we know it is.

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