The little things

Can you remember all the little things? I can. We go through life ignoring the little things, the smallest of memories so I'm here to remind you of a few. I know you could do with this right now.

Can you remember when we first met? I spent almost four days ignoring you and somewhere on the third day music brought us together. After that came the first visit to my house. I remember you were still into all your crap back then. My gosh how you have changed. That first day you made yourself at home. We spoke for hours. As I shared my secrets the sun disappeared under the horizon and the moon gave rise to the night. We didn't even bother switching the lights on.

Time went on and we danced into and out of our friendship, fighting back and forward. I don't seem so weak now, do I? I remember times when you used to warn me that being your friend was a bad idea but, look who is here for you in the end? Even after all the crap we went through.

You were there for me my first break up and have been there every break up since. Keeping me on solid ground and out of the sky. You understand my process when things like this happen. You know that I will tidy every bit of my bedroom unless I'm stopped. I remember My first break-up when you got to my house I was emotionless, quiet and robotic in my process. You watched me unpack my entire cupboard, unfold and re-fold all my clothes. Eventually you grabbed my wrists pulled me into a hug and just let me cry. I would have been somewhat lost without you.

Then last year you gave me Valentine's Day (so far the best one I've ever had). I remember you bought my sister the cutest bracelet (which she still loves) because it was her party. With the little kids inside we ventured outside and sat dangerously on the railing of my deck and spoke for hours. You were wearing one of your dad's stripped shirts and black pants. Your hair, messy, as always. I have always loved having someone to continuously talk to. I can talk to you for hours and not get bored. It's refreshing.

Can you still remember our walks to the park at the bottom of the road. How about the rude, arrogant and self-centered British guy who confronted us there? There are so many things I could remind you about my friend, like the mosquitoes that attacked my feet while we were on the bridge near the park. You spent that entire week at my place (going home at night to sleep). Somewhere near the end of that week I made dinner for you and my family. Roast pork and vegetables.

You were even there on my 18th, on the 22nd Dec 2009. You came over just to share a drink with me after work.

Anyway, those are just a few of the little things I thought I'd remind you of to get a smile on that face...

Luv ya and thanks for always being there...
Xx