Real Love

It seems to me that real love is a rare thing. I don't think it comes along every day, and that when it does you know it's special. I am fortunate, for I have that real love. I'm not talking about sexual/in love type love, I'm talking about genuine affection, love and all the stuff that goes with it in just a friendly-type way, with someone who knows you better than you know yourself.

Despite the fact that my best friend lives about 15 miles away, I haven't actually seen him for around four years or more. Tonight I spent a couple of hours having a good cry over ... a whole load of things actually. Things have really been getting me down this week, and I let them get on top of me, which probably wasn't a very good idea.

Anyway, Neil has spent two hours on the phone with me, letting me pour it all out. There was a time when this was a normal thing for us, hours spent on the phone with me crying and him soothing. We have a long history of that - he's been my best friend for about eight years now, and it's not a joke when I say that if it wasn't for him, and his love, support, patience and knack of making me laugh, I most likely wouldn't be here now. He has cheered me up immensely and given me a good talking to tonight, and whilst I couldn't say I see things clearly now, I have been made to giggle. We've reminisced about old times and got back to our silly language with each other, and just generally been daft. It's been fabulous.

I know I don't say it often enough, but love you sooooo much Neil - always have and always will. Real love, real affection and hopefully a whole big load of snuggly cuddles when I see you soon - what more could Da Pops possibly want??