Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Coxey's Camp

My best friend has a strong work ethic. He loves his job and doesn’t seem to notice how demanding it is. He’s very supportive. When we first started out, practically the only thing we had in common was the same wedding day. But over the years he’s either adopted the things I’m passionate about, or he’s made room for them. He’s beyond honest. It’s like he’s missing that little voice in his head that whispers, “Wait. Are you sure you want to say that?” He doesn’t cheat; at least not in the important way. He cheats on his diet. He’ll “hide” a candy wrapper in the garbage, forgetting every time that I’m the one who takes out the trash. He loves me. He loves his children. He’s doing the best he can to take care of his family, even though the only family he’s ever known was a dysfunctional one. And I love him for all of that. 

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