Day 8: Companion

Everyone should have a friend that they can call when they need a shoulder to cry on, especially someone like me.

I never cry and when I do, I try to make sure no one see's it . . . I hate when people think I'm weak. I'm supposed to be everyone's rock, so the last thing anyone ever wants to see is their rock crumble into little pebbles.

The only person, who's ever seen me at my most vulnerable, is James, my best friend of 11 years . . . my rock.

He can see past all my walls and defenses like no one else can. But hey, I guess that's what happens when someone knows you for practically all their life. You just get to know them better than yourself and I'm glad James is that person to me.