Okay, so this will probably be the soppiest thing I ever, ever, EVER will post on here and I’m gonna look like the biggest sap loser since the beginning of time but he deserves it.
This is Tom, my best friend and he means absolutely everything to me. We went to school together for 5 years but only really got to start speaking on new years eve in 2009, I already had a boyfriend at the time who I was living with but Tom would’ve walked on bloody water for me if he thought I needed him to, he did everything I asked, everything I wanted and he still does to this very day, despite how shit I’ve treated him over the past 20 months.
He drove me to and from college everyday, pretending his lessons were cancelled sometimes just so he could see me, he took me to Nottingham whenever I needed to sort university stuff out, he picked me up in horrible drunken states from Birmingham & Solihull 5347537502 times and accepted that I was probably going to be sick in his car and to just let it happen haha. I knew how much he loved me throughout but still just never wanted to settle down with him, I broke up with my boyfriend because I knew I had feelings for Tom, but despite that started seeing somebody else, and then somebody else, and then went to uni…messing with his mind because throughout this whole time we were still close as ever.
For the first few weeks of uni, I rang him countless times at silly o clock asking him to come and get me because I was homesick but he never would, because he knew I’d regret it when I was sober in the morning & he was right, as always. We then stopped talking as much because I was so caught up in my new life, but Tom at home still loved me as much as ever and I think I did too, unconsciously though because I was too busy being an idiot.
I always have told him everything and always will. When I came home for christmas, for easter, everything was the same and in January we even started up a relationship, but it ended soon after because of how bloody stupid I am, and I started seeing somebody from uni because that was simple, and easy, but he wasn’t Tom. Nobody ever will be Tom. We stopped talking for about a month and a half when I was with my new boyfriend, but we saw each other for the first time in a while on my 19th birthday on the 29th of July this year, and since then we have been inseparable again like we always have been and always are supposed to be.
I’ve been on holiday with him, I’ve been sick on him, I’ve cried on him, I’ve been a twat to him, I’ve been punched around the face (not by him haha!) but because I was jealous someone was talking to him in a club, I’ve told him everything, and I always will.
Next month we’re going to Disneyland Paris together hopefully if he sorts his life out and bloody renews his passport, and it’s going to be the best 4 days ever :) I don’t realise it enough and half the time I don’t act on it and instead act fickle and stupid, but this boy has always meant everything to me since the day he walked into my life and brought me a seven pound drink because he didn’t realise how expensive it was. And he always will, whatever shape or form our relationship takes.
Your first, your last, your everything tommyyyyy. x