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Already warning you guys about the long story that's coming and I apologise already for my bad English. Also if some of it doesn't make sense because I suck at putting everything in in the right order.
So the story starts like 3-5 years ago, don't remember exactly, but I start talking to this girl and we hit it off quite fast (I am/was a loser who pretty much enjoyed the company of a walnut and took it as company) but we hit it off and we start talking to eachother everyday and it's amazing to have someone to talk with about your fucked up home and childhood. I start doing different kinds of drugs because one of my only ''friends'' who lives near me starts taken them and I do it as well just to feel something when I am not talking with her. She began to notice my lack of happiness and motivation and she really wants me to stop taking them but doesn't know how. Her solution came to threaten me with never talking to me again if I continued, of course it was my worst nightmare so I pulled myself together af 1 1/2 year of different kinds of drugs and alcohol. It works and she starts talking to me again and I am just happy that she is still in my life.
things go on with me and her being the best friends for years, being the only ones we trusted with our deepest fears and thought and we were meant for eachother, atleast as friends. I had kept it a secret for her that I had a huge crush on her from the start, more than a crush, I knew that I loved her to death and I would give up breathing to let her have one more gasp. After three years, almost 4 years of being best friends we get together and that night was the best night of my life because I felt like my heart has finally found it's place in this terrible world.
