He Who Must Not Be Named

This post is meant for a person who toughened me up through the last year. (No it's someone I mention often.) This guy was there for me when I was at my lowest. I was sobbing my heart out one afternoon. All I did was call him and he rushed over. He sat by me, trying to make me smile, trying to distract me. When I started shivering, he pressed his leg against mine, trying to make it stop. (It didn't.) At the time, I couldn't think clearly enough to be thankful for him. Having him there made all the difference. There was another time I needed him equally as much. It was a different situation and a bit more serious. Even though he didn't agree with me completely, he didn't sacrifice me. (By that I mean that he didn't change sides. He continued to stay by my side.) He even let me play barbie-doll with him. He sat still as I had the time of my life. (There was an event in college for which I helped him with some makeup.) Throughout the year, one of his favourite ...