B is coming over tomorrow. she is the best friend a man can have. she is slightly older than me but despite her experience and sorrows still a little girl, trusting and optimistic, never laughing at big words. and the little boy within me loves to play with her. but not tonight. i am not in the mood for drinking myself blind. tomorrow we are going to a poetry contest (most words per minute wins or what?) and on Monday to a bossa nova concert.
she is the kind of friend who knows she can leave me alone for months and is there when i need her. even when i forget to tell her i do.
ML rang me earlier this evening. she can still get hysterical about our past. i hurt her, more than once. but i wish she could come over me soon and let herself be loved. antidepressants do not do it for her anymore.