Cogs can think.

Friday evening, the evening before my birthday, I had planned a nice relaxing evening with Renate.

It’s going really well with my bestest best friend. She’s very happy with her “new” (it’s been a while by now) boyfriend, it just radiates off her - which in turn makes me extremely happy because my friends’ happiness means a whole lot to me. From what I can tell, they’re a spot on perfect match, and that’s rare. It’s something to cherish.

I had a lot to tell her, something that I should’ve done a whole lot earlier. Stuff about my brothers, my parents, my mother’s illness, and how it all has affected me, changed me; lots of very, very personal stuff. I suck at that, but managed pretty well, I’d say. I now think actually talking about the bad things that happen in your life helps in processing these bad things. We talked until 4:30 in the morning.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m very happy with having her as my best friend. I’m lucky.

So is she with having me as a friend, of course. I mean, totally.