What is He to Me?

So, what is he to me??

A question I can’t quite give an answer to. He is many things jumbled up into one big incomprehensible psycho bastard!! He’s obnoxious, at times mean and sometimes too hard. He’s all those things but then he’s so much more. Some days I want to strangle him. I have told him that if not for his mouth he’d be near perfect. But every day he is my bestest friend. For all the fights he loves to pick, in the end he would just concede to me. But not before driving me crazy during the battle.

He went far and away for his schooling, but never have I seen him work too hard. Barely making the passing grade, some may have thought that he could have gotten better grades if he spent slightly more of his time studying. And we both like to travel but our ideas of travelling differ immensely. You know the old saying that you never really know someone until you travel with them. Well, well, I definitely would second that. From museum visits to his minute-by-minute planning, travelling with him can sometimes be like an endurance race for me. Sometimes I think he should have majored in art history instead of economics. And, just because his parents probably didn’t let him, now he’s punishing me for it. We found our compromise when we go to the sea.

We are so not alike, but at the same time we accept each other. Having people like that is very important, because you know that regardless of how far you go, and how much you want to explore, you always have something real, IF NOT CRAZY, to come home to. We have known each other too long and it is the hardest thing I’ve ever been a part of. We know each other inside out. And he’s just that person in my life who, regardless of our millions of fights and me saying I never wanna see you again, I could never ever hate or not want in my life. Ours is the kind of friendship that has stood the test of tempers, time, differences and distance. With him, I know what it’s like to hang out with someone with whom I can still be comfortable in silence, whose differences are easy to respect and appreciate, and whose passion for what he loves to do is contagious.

How can we stay together that long and through all that? “Two imperfect people refusing to give up on each other” he would describe ours.