Mike's Gid

Sometimes, just ever so slightly sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to have someone slightly older and big and strong and grown up to take my hand and look after me, holding through the night and guiding through the day.

I wouldn't change what I have with James for the world and I love things the way they are, but what if the roles were reversed for a little?

Sometimes it makes me wonder about our place in life. I guess every dynamic between two people just 'fits'. Like everything feels right between you and the person you're with. I suppose that's why I'm fine with how things are.

I's just recently turned Christmas (about 32 minutes ago) and good thing it did. I mean, I don't mind Christmas eve, but you wouldn't want it to stay like that forever. No matter. Anyway, I really can't be doing with all of it. I even had the Christmas blues, right up until the moment Stef came over and we gleefully drank the night away.

If you think this is going nowhere, you're wrong. It's important to know who your friends are. Danielle has been there from so early on, and Stef since not long after that. James is a fairly new addition, but already I'm comfortable in perceiving the fact that he would give anything to make sure that I stayed happy. I have maybe one or two other slightly close friends, but the fact that the numbers are small does not burden me. I am happy in knowing that those who are counted, count.

Christmas is a time to know who your friends are. And damn it, I do.