He is the one that brings a smile to my face every time I see him, he is the one I have to hug 100 times every five minutes just to make my night complete. He is the one I can talk to for hours about absolutely nothing and feel like we've covered everything in that conversation. He is the one person I can truly call my best friend. He is the guy that has no flaws and any girl would be lucky to have him. He is the one guy who never has to look back and wonder why he did this or that. He is the nice guy that every girl wishes she could find but never ends up with. He is the kind of person who always finds something positive out of the worst situations, and he is the only guy that can make me laugh like I constantly so when we talk. He is the person who actually understands me. He is the person you cant help being friends with. He is the person that brings out the true me when we're around each other, and he is one of the only three people I feel truly comfortable around. He is the person you try so hard to understand when really its not hard at all.
He is the kind of guy that makes sure everyone around him is happy, no matter the cost to him. He is the guy that everyone can go to for advice, and he is the one who understands exactly what you are going through, even though he's never experienced it before. He is the guy anyone can call perfect.
The funny thing is, the thinks he's the lucky one when really I am.
I'm lucky I can share such a true friendship with him. I'm lucky I am the one he calls when he's having problems and I'm the lucky one who gets to call his phone knowing that I just put a smile on his face. And I'm the lucky one who gets to think about him all day knowing he's thinking about me. I'm the lucky one who gets to be in his heart.
And I'm the lucky one who got "rescued" from the "bad guy" by the best I could ever ask for.
There's only one problem, I'm taken. But even though there's no way we can be more than friends right now, he sticks around right by my side, hanging on, being the best friend that he is, waiting for the day when we'll be more than friends. He's hurting and yet he's still there waiting patiently for the day he can call me his. He is my best friend, I'm just lucky I guess.
