My Bestie

First off, let me tell you...bestie = best friend in the entire world.

My bestie is on the other side of the world right now. Or at least it seems like it. I miss him more than I should. But I told you I'd write about our weird relationship.

John* is the greatest guy in the world. He's smart and cute and sexy...and nothing will ever happen between us. Not just because of the boobs, but because we have something so great that sex would ruin it. I wouldn't risk what we have for anything or any one. Not even for the man I love, which is currently my ex, but I'm trying not to love him. Believe it or not John and I can spend an entire weekend together...nights and all...and not worry about the sexual tension. I like that I can cuddle with him and he doesn't try to feel me up and never would. Is that weird? Probably, but I don't care.
If anyone actually took the time to listen to our conversations or look at our texts it would seem like we're dating. And that's the beauty of it. We have that closeness of an intimate relationship without the sex or jealously to fuck it up.
Lately, John and I haven't talked as much as I'd like, but I think it's because he's going through a rough time and he knows it's hard for me to hear him like that and not be there to hold him. Not being there to truly comfort him kills me. And I know that when I hurt it does the same to him. The thing that really kills me is not talking to him at all. I miss him. I need him. John is my sanity, but I don't think he knows that. Maybe I'll tell him tonight.

*John isn't his real name, but seeing as I don't want you to know who I am...I suppose you shouldn't know who my friends are either.