Nose goes

The above title has nothing to do with the post, but it felt appropriate.
My nose has gone. I cannot breathe- ugh. Thank you congestion.

However, this post is all about I.
Haha, I know, I know. I had gotten away from writing about boys lately because J had kind of gone out of my life and I had nothing really to write about - I was finally no longer obsessing about him, or the kiss. Or whatever was going on. And no, J, if you are reading this, that doesnt mean that you succeeded in your mission or whatever. No, I heard something on a tv show, or a song, or something somewhere completely unrelated to you, that sometimes you just gotta "Let it be" and "let it happen" and I had said those words to myself before but never really believed them. This time though they stuck with me. But enough about J. Been there done that,
Next chapter please!

This chapter is chapter I. Now, in an alphabet I comes before J, but in real life, things arent always clean cut as the alphabet. Just sayin.
I. I always says "I'm always alright" whenever I ask him how he's doing. And though, sometimes a little bit annoying, because seriously, how do I start more of a conversation with you always being alright. On the other hand its completely mesmerizing. Maybe thats a bad word, but it at least gets me thinking. Why can't I always be alright? Im so freakin emotional that you can talk to me at 9 am and I am having a great day but talk to me at 12 noon and the world is falling apart.
Why, just why cant I be "always alright"?
I know why... well, maybe.
If I was always alright, then I wouldnt have the conversations that I do with I.
The other day, I was having a rough day, I texted I. (Having I as an initial might get confusing, so I am sorry for those who have to figure it out.) Anyway, I texted him and told him I was having a rough day and could use some friendly conversation.
So, next think I know he called me. Thats right, the guy picked up his phone and instead of texting me back he called me. I was flabbergasted.
But we talked, or rather I did a lot of the talking and he listened to what I needed to get off my chest.
And I didnt want to let it all go at first. I was keeping it in, but he had this gentle way of talking to me that made me want to tell him more. I mean on the one hand I was completely mortified, ok thats too strong of a word, but embarrassed about what had gone down in the past 2 years but on the other hand he was trying to understand the situation and he couldnt completely understand without knowing the whole story.
But he got the story and then he shared a story of his own.
Still, every time that I have any contact with him, I smile. A simple hello text makes me smile.
Its silly, really.
But thats ok, because I think I need more silly in my life.
I have no clue as to if he reads this blog- I know he has the web address for it, or at least did at one point in time, because we once reconnected when I was in Hawaii and he read my Hawaii stories then. (Find those entries in July 2007). ANYWAY, I, if you read this, thank you, I really enjoy your friendship and heres to never going more than 5 years without seeing each other- PS its been 3 and you owe me a visit!

Here's to having the person who always makes you laugh, may he be in my life for many years to come.