I cried. For a really long time. Thank goodness for cell phones.
I don't remember what we talked about, but I remember his voice and his laugh and how I forgot everything else in the world.
Oh, listen at me going on like some lovestruck whore.. I'm lucky to have such a wonderful friend. There aren't many people that would willingly listen to me cry hysterically about a boy and sing awful songs about beluga whales and noodles.
Mylan makes me want to wake up in the mornings. He makes me want to get better at singing. Mylan makes me not want to to earth-shatteringly pretty because, if the earth shattered, we'd both be lonely.
I don't expect him to keep his promise not to leave, but he's here now, and that's all that matters.