He’s my favourite person!
He is my favourite person. No I don’t love him, we’re not dating each other, and we can’t either. But somehow, at this point of time, he’s my everything, he’s my go to person. Though the scenario might change in near future. But, as soon as I wake up, he’s the first person I want to text, the first person I can comfortably yell at without being judged. He knows I’m an idiot, but loves me anyway. He’s not a romantic partner, but a friend every person yearns for. The person they try to find in a crowded place, the person they want to take to a party. He’s that. He is the guy who’s understood the inner me. He’s the person who’s there and intends on staying though it’s not an easy task I know. He’s my favourite person. He’s the Christmas wish I asked for all these years.