happy 18th, keefay

So today is my bestest best friend's 18th birthday!!!!

Happy birthday Bryan Keefe Cresswell.

Damn, I don't even know where to start. It's been an amazing 4 years of friendship and I know we've had our crazy fights and cold wars, but I'm glad we made it through. Beyond glad, actually. I don't know where I would be without you. You were always there for me when I was being a emotional retard, crying over the stupidest things my dad used to say, or the dumbest shitass feelings I used to feel when the boys I liked screwed me over. Somehow the piano playing and words of comfort always made my night, no matter how crappy it was. Hey Stephen and Lovers in Japan will always remind me of you.

I think we are those few that people call "lucky" because when 2 people had a history of liking each other before, they most probably wouldn't stay this tight after so long. I'm thankful. We've been there for each other through the numerous heartbreaks, where stupid girls broke your heart and dumb boys broke mine. You know I'll always have your back, Bryan. No matter how many "haha hi HAHAHAHA" shitty lame ass texts we send each other without any substance, I still love you. Doesn't matter if i'm all the way in Australia and you'll be busy with As and after As, partying, and after partying, army - I'm always here for you.

Thank you for kind of being the boyfriend I never had. Doing some of the things that I could strike off "things my perfect boyfriend would do for me" list. That fairytale sappy love romance shit thingum, you know? Coming down to my place at 11pm in the night, where we would sit and talk about everything and anything. Calling me on the phone where we would talk for hours and hours and you would play the piano for me. Period mixtape, which is amazing. Going through my whole bunch of friends at the airport and rushing up to hug me one last time before I left for Melbourne, not giving a shit on what other people might think - by far one of the most heartwarming things I've felt in a while. So thank you.

Being in Australia without you is bloody hard. Because I can't pick up the phone and dial your number and cry my eyes out and I won't have you on the receiving line listening quietly, waiting for me to calm down and tell me things are going to be okay. But that's alright, as long as we both know we've got each other in the end, right?

So happy birthday, Bryan. I hope you enjoy it because I think you deserve to. I'll see you when I get back in December. In the mean time, you know I love you.