Mentality State.
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It seems as though slow dancing is fading away as slow love songs are becoming less popular. We hope that despite the radios and DJs not playing...
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My bestfriend is a legit bestfriend. He’s my koala.
When you see us together, you could get the wrong idea that we’re dating. Don’t misinterpret though. I mean, I’d totally marry him. He’s my “bestfriend passed infinity.” No not “infinity and beyond.” He’s so amazing.
We have so much in common. I don’t know if there’s such a thing as too much in common, but if there was- we’d have that haha. At first it was a little freaky finding out so much similar things about each other in such a short amount of time. But as time went by and after numerous amazing conversations with each other, I decided to officially ask him to be my bestfriend. And he agreed.
As any other stereotypical BFF, we do stupid things. I cut his hair. Do his nails. Put fake eye lashes on him. He sounds like my play doll, right? He’s awesome enough to be a man about letting me do all that to him though. haha Well it’s not all about me torturing him. He’s my mentor in break dancing. We have our own drawing book together. We have original one of a kind shirts. I always secretly listen to him sing. We’d do anything. Oh heck, one night I randomly asked my mom if my bestfriend could sleep over. And he did- He brought his booty all the way to the next city over late at night.
We’re always next to each other. He’s my Rosalinda. We always dance together. Lay down and listen to chill music together. Disturb each other when we’re bored. Even be complete douchebags to eachother. And at the end of the day, you’ll find us being inseparable. I love him.
