My Best Friend is a man.
I met Tim through my brother; no I met Tim in my standard
one class; no, I do not remember how I met Tim. He has just always been present
in my life. I can remember vaguely chats we had in class or episodes when he
and my brother got into trouble. For Tim had always been my brothers best
friend and I, well, a third wheel.
Tim introduced me to Chris Daughtry and to Coldplay. He
introduced me to art and rally. See Tim is a wild spirit; a tough act to
follow. He hates that I don’t fuss over rally cars and he hates, even more,
that my favorite color is purple; for he knows if ever I help him move out, his
apartment would be purple.
Over the years, ‘best friendship’ slowly swapped from Tim
and my brother to Tim and Immy. We just started to talk so much and our
conversations, mostly silly, were very interesting. Tim is a great
conversationalist. See he reads what you write. He actually reads. So his
replies are ever on point in a sassy kind of way which keeps you in that conversation.
Tim has no care whatsoever for fashion as I am. That is
another aspect that I believe drives him crazy. See Tim goes into a shop and
buys 5 of the same shirt in a dull grey or black; sometimes, he gets a bit of
motivation and goes for the white option. His ‘shoe’ guy knows that Tim will
want the same pair of converse all-stars in black, so he makes sure to stock
several of them. So Tim’s usual look is black jeans, a black tee-shirt and a
black pair of shoes. And with this simple outfit, he is ready for business.
My best friend is a man. And most often than not, he scares
my boyfriends away. Not because he has this tough guy look on him, but because
he has a place in my heart than only belongs to him. They don’t understand our
relationship and most often than not, people mistake us for a couple.
Sometimes, I mistake us for a couple; for Tim is that kind of guy; always present
to help and always present just to listen.
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