The Best of Me

To all those who know me, I'm a pretty cool person.  Some will tell you I'm the sweetest person they know. Some will say, I'm the most arogant person on earth. If you find me in real life and asked me, I'd tell you I am close to prefection as a person can be without crossing the line into boring. Attogant? maybe.

In truth, I struggle with a depression that comes and goes. I'm not bipolar per ce, I theories that it is a defence mechanism that counteracts my usually happy and smiling self. I am always fine, I'm always perfectly content. Someone I know told me that the problem with being strong is that no one stops to ask "how are you doing?".

Except Her. That is right. She's my angel, my rock, my guardian. I've known Her (yes, she shall remain nameless" for the past 8 years now. She knows me like no other. I've wronged her a lot, but she stood by me, and supported me through some tough times. No matter what I do or say, she's always with me.

She's in my heart, telling me to take a chance and open up.
She's in my head, telling me to get up, move on, and seek perfection.
She's in my soul, telling me that no matter how far I go or how alone I feel, She will ALWAYS be there.
She is just a text or a phone call away.
She's the good in me, the joy and wonder.

And as the title of this post says, she is "the best of me"

Sometimes I wonder if I'm being fair to her. After all, I get the feeling that am burdening  her with my problems and troubles. However, a selfish part of me want to keep her hidden, keep her to myself.

She tells me that I always hate her friends/lovers. Maybe I do. I don't think it's jealousy. I simply think that no one on God's earth is good enough for her.

Words are beginning to fail me. She has that effect on me.

And no you bigoted idiots, I'm not a lesbian. However, even if I was, it is none of you freaking business.

Bless your hearts, and your imagination :p