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When your closest friend goes away...

Sorry guys, another sad one. This really is my safe place where I can talk about stuff that clogs up my mind. If you're bored, please feel free to skip this one.

You know when you have a great friend. They make you laugh, and they're real. They don't suck up, they say it as it is, even if you don't want to hear it, even if they risk you being pissed off with them. They take that chance because they care about you and want you to be the best that you can be. I have been lucky to have friends like this throughout my life. I am not a brittle person by any stretch of the imagination. I can take a bit of, 'Shut up, and stop feeling sorry for yourself.' I don't break into a million shards of self-pity, and I don't need anyone to prop me up when I'm deluding myself.

I delude myself often. I'm human.

I'm sad today because my closest friend has gone away. The person who always made me laugh whenever we met up, and the person, among only a few, who knows me almost as well as I know myself.

This person is selfless, kind, optimistic, enthusiastic, as real go-getter. This person strives to be the best they can, and has actively encouraged me (sometimes with some actual pointy fingered prodding!) to be the best I can be. This person never puts me down, never causes me to feel small, never drops me when something 'better' comes along.

Today this person got on a bus and went away. Of course, he's never really away. There is messenger and Skype and Facebook, and I will catch up with him in person in the next few weeks - before he goes far, far away to another part of the world.

I miss him already, though. I miss the easy conversation. The lack of competition and pretence. I know I'll miss our coffees and our wines and our ciders and our sneaky chips. My days will be that much more quiet (and probably a bit more productive, but let's not dwell on that, hey?).

Robbie, you came along when I felt I'd been left out in the cold. You have been an endless source of joy in my life because you're a beautiful person. I feel lucky to have found you as a friend. Thank you!

P.S. Yes, yes, I know I should be writing. Shut up!

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