My Best Friend
His hair is a dark brown like the dirt on the ground, so he dyes his hair blonde. His eyes are so brown that you just lose yourself in them; they seem to have the power to control you. He has pale soft skin that covers his body. In my eyes he is the most wonderful person I know.
He is a lot taller then me, so when we hang out, I always have to look up to him. I think he likes that though. We always make jokes about the other person. Sometimes it gets really mean, but we both know we are joking. The thing I think he likes the most, though, is how we get along so great together.
We are the best of friends, and I know that it will never change. We have known each other for about one year now. We know everything about one another; they is nothing he doesn’t know about me, and there is nothing I don’t know about him. It has probably been the best and worst year for both of us. He and I have not had the ideal relationship, because we do get into our disagreements. Some time it feels like we fight more then we get along. In the end though, we always apologize to each other and become the best of friends again, till the next disagreement.
We don’t have really any of the same friends. We will stand each other’s friends for the other person. When it comes down to it though, we wouldn’t go anywhere or be seen anywhere with them. It isn’t like we hate each other’s friends, it is just that fights we have had in our past kind of made them not like us to their full potential.
In all we may have our fights and not get along with each other’s friends, but to us we are the best of friends. There is no one in this world that knows more about me, and no one I trust more. He is the best guy in my life, and my best friend. I hope that we are best friends forever, because it would hurt me so much to lose him.