He was sent from above
With his dark hair
And a guitar.
He sleeps soundly in my bed
And has a messy head
He loves to eat salty food
Like pickles, olives, and slim jims.
I love to smooch his cheek
Every day of the week
I am sad without him
Because he is my best friend.
Strangely enough, I haven't got another digital photo of him, but I am taking one right now after I type this and I'll post it asap.
I always told the boy I would leave him if I ever met any of these amazingly beautiful people. At my last job I had the pleasure of not only meeting them but working with them one-on-one for days at a time.
I was certain my charm and wit and devastatingly good looks would win over one of them. But it just didn't happen.
