Friday, January 24, 2014

The Man I Hate...

Ask me anything about love and I will now be able to tell you. I am now an expert on what love is, this is why I hate the man I love. The story goes... and yes it will sound like a rom com but I am not in anyway making this up.

I lived next door to a boy since I was 10 years old, we went to primary school together and hung out all the time.  He had a pool in his back yard so needless to say he was my best friend! As baldies we played in the pool, his favourite game was dolphins dive (full on nude bum in the air)! We played games like cream ball and bull rush, we threw rocks, let off fire crackers, BBQ'd things and general baldie bullshit.  I do remember once when I was down and out on life as a little person I decided to "dig to China". Along came my little buddy and he was all like "whatcha doin?" and I said "digging to China, wanna come?" Of course he did, so he joined in! I think we dug for a few days but got no where near China and I do remember getting in trouble for creating a giant pot hole at the front of our house so that was pretty funny. 

When we became lame teenagers we were at different schools but we, of course, remained the best of friends.  Our hang outs did change a bit, there was a lot of listening to music, watching movies (our favourites were Terminator and The Last Boy Scout) and shit talking, experimenting with illegal substances and I am pretty sure I took it upon myself to teach him how to kiss.  Through all this teenage puberty blues we stayed true to our friendship and never indulged in our raging hormones.  I am pretty sure he was stooping all his sisters friends and possibly my sisters friends too! But I never thought of him in that light at all, he was my best friend, he was always there for me, my rock, my saviour, the one friend that I knew I would always have (and still have).  This guy is the only man in my life that is not family that has stayed around and made sure that I am happy, safe and is and always will be there when I need to laugh, be stupid, vent and or cry.  

Life threw heaps of curve balls at me, I have managed deal with all of them pretty well (I like to think that I have a strong head on my shoulders LOL this is another story, I have recently been told that I do what I want but I don't understand why you would not want to do what you want!). ANYWAY I am guessing that without my bestie man friend by side my life would have been a very different story.  There is something about this man that makes me stop and listen to what is happening, he can filter out all the noise and bring peace to the storms in my head.  He can make me laugh so hard that I cry and sometimes wee wee comes out! He knows every "little look" that I have so nothing will get past him un-noticed (this can be frustrating).  I love this man with all my heart and I hate him always...He harboured these feelings for so long!  How easy could our life had been if he had told me sooner?!  But I guess you can not live in a world of "what ifs" right? You live in the moments that you have and as so n so says "roll with the punches"  (I don't actually know who says this).

This awesome man confessing his romantic love feelings to me is an awe inspiring experience and I now know what the fuss is about...because of you, the man I hate, there is hope for me, you have made me a believer and an even stronger fighter! 
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