laratopia.

Well, maybe we’re not just friends but the base of all we know is friendship. He may think I’m beautiful, but he’ll still tease me when he has to look down to see me. We may cuddle up and watch movies, but we’ll still laugh and make jokes about every line. We may hold hands, but we also get into fake fights that I know he wants to win every time. He gets mad when I don’t think highly of myself and I get mad when he won’t tell me what’s wrong. Most of our friends don’t understand how the two of us can be friends because we are so different. I can’t imagine my life without him.