So shoot me for being honest
and don't read on if you are of a cynical disposition because there is a
slight influx of soppy loved up messiness incoming...
I am so unbelievably lucky to have this wee little chirpy face
constantly gracing my life script with his stupid jokes,
tickly moustache and awful tendency to never clean up after himself.
I can safely say that since I met him in all his hairy goodness - my world has
been a smilier, happier and one bloody hell of a lot funnier place to
be. I think that it's very very rare in life that
you find someone who fits so well into your existence that you wonder how the
hell you ever got by without them, I don't even mean this in the cliché way
either - I genuinely question my ability to function in any sort of
appropriate manner pre-Mikey. He takes up such a massive and important
part of myself and fills it with all his annoying but love-able habits, loud music,
chinos and tshirts, FIFA enthusiasm, inability to fold and put away clothes,
big kiddedness, happiness bigger than words could define and the most
overwhelming kindness and generosity. I couldn't even count the amount of times
we've sat around all day in pyjamas doing nothing but eating and watching shit
on telly, but then again I also couldn't even begin to count the happiness his
mere existence brings me on a daily basis or the warmth in my heart from
knowing this absolute lump of man will always be there to make me wet myself
laughing, or feed me up with Chinese, or cuddle me to sleep.
Quite simply, he is the closest friend that I have and I am so bloody happy that I can say such a thing about someone so charmingly, heart-warmingly wonderful.
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