I'll be the first to admit that at times I'm a soppy little bastard. This is going to be one of those times and I apologise in advance, but when someone you know loses someone close, it's hard not to acknowledge just how lucky you are.
I'm far from the most perfect human being - I make lame jokes, I rarely have anything interesting (to other people) to say, I have a cackle, I'm no stranger to an awkward silence (especially with new people) and I'm somewhat of a beast aesthetically, yet somehow I've managed to find an amazing group of people who are still willing to talk to/tolerate me, even after many-a-year, which is one of the best feelings in the world.
These are people who make me laugh on a daily basis, share and tell me about the stuff they're passionate about and love, listen to my ramblings, have 'banter' *shudders*, cheer me up if I've had a bit of a rough moment, never really make fun of the things that are wrong with me, and simply just take time out of their lives for me. Even without knowing, they've got me through some pretty tough times. What more could you ask for?
I know I'm hardly anyone's number one, but I feel lucky to even be something, so if you're one of these amazing people, and you're actually reading this, thanks, I love you. I hope I've been able to return the favour, if not give me a slap and I'll buck my ideas up pronto...
*starts singing You've Got A Friend into a can of Lynx*
(Normal service will resume shortly, I just needed a moment.)
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