I know it seems like all Kyle and I talk about is sex and what we'd like to do to each other and all we seem to do is make out and flirt, but that's not all we do and say to each other. He's my best friend, above all that. Like tonight, he called me to tell me that he's almost got a job and then proceeded to ask me how I was. Well, at that point I was gone; it was either Vodka or sex for me to cheer up, so he sat with me for over an hour telling me that he cares about me and tried to help me with what was going wrong.
In all honesty, this is what it was like for us all last summer. I'd call him and he'd help me feel better, by either telling me he cares or by sitting me down and explaining to me how to fix it. He's an intelligent man, which is one of the reasons why I love him so much :)
And this summer will be a bit different than last summer, because we're closer and more open with each other. Last summer, to get me to talk at all, he had to ask me what was on my mind. Now I just say "wanna hear something?" or "you'll love this" and he'll listen to me. He listens to me regardless but he listens closer when I have his attention. Anddddd...we tell each other I love you now, because we do love each other; as I said, he's my best friend.
That's all.
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This is diary of a crazy, sexy, random, band-&-sitcom junkie chick named Kristin aka KristaVolpe.
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