IMG_2728So, my best friend and I aren’t friends on Facebook. Don’t ask, it’s a long story. But everything I post on Facebook is public and anybody and everybody can see it. I’m kind of a public figure, so folks like to see what I am doing. Him commenting out of the blue on something is phenomenal.

Someone I care about very deeply is threatened by the relationship me and my best friend share. I couldn’t stop my daily text to my BFF. It hasn’t been the first time a boy has made me choose. I can’t seem to stop my daily 10 AM text.

But the thing is, I need my BFF right now. I need for him to look into my eyes and see my soul and then explain what is going on in my head. I need his opinion on business, life, love, everything. He literally knows me better than anybody else on the planet except my mom. He has always given me unselfish advise and always pulls me back to look at things with a different perspective. I also need construction tips.

And I know some of the things he is going to tell me. He is going to say my mask is too heavy and don’t smoke. He is gonna tell me to get my head out of my ass and use my brain productively and quit over-thinking everything. He is gonna say my hair is awful. He is going to say my home is Carmi and I can’t run back to St. Louis (or anywhere else) every time life gets too real. He is going to tell me how hard I have worked to get where I am and not feel guilty about it. He is going to remind me how important perfect solitude is. He is going to tell me to get back to my sketchpad more often. And hopefully he will tell me he loves me just the way I am.

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