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Over the past few months, I've become incredibly close to a boy I've known since pre-school named Zeke Moorhead. We didn't know we knew each other until July, when he added me on facebook (har har) and we started talking. A few weeks later, he was my best friend.
I don't like getting emotional. I feel like it pushes people away and I like having internal feelings about people that I keep to myself that I can savor alone. But even though I joke around all the time about it, I don't think he realizes how much I appreciate him. I really do owe a lot to him. We've had some insanely fun times together.

Last night, we had a huge party with about 30 of our friends who I'm absolutely crazy about. There were a few instances where I couldn't help but think about the first few days we hung out. We went in a big circle from south street to lombard street and back again. We would get Wawa milkshakes and talk about how bored we were.
When it was warmer, we'd sit at the fountain on 2nd and south and I would draw stickers and he would do things like eat poundcake with no teeth or just stop in the middle of the sidewalk and drool. We started going to the park more when it got colder. There was a night when I decided it would be a good idea to go out and get hot chocolate. We met at wawa and did not get hot chocolate. We did, however, get white rice at the chinese takeout place we can't show our faces in anymore. We went to the park and he drew silly things all over my arms and legs and shoes. That remains one of the best nights I've ever had.

When we first started hanging out, we frequently ran in to my friends, who subsequently thought we were dating. Which is funny, as we openly refer to each other as brother and sister.
There were two extremely brief occurrences where I was attracted to him, but really, we're better together as brother and sister.

The first "party" we ever had was a cereal picnic in Rittenhouse Square. It was extremely fun and I think it made us a lot closer with the people that I was already friends with. I really owe so much to him. When he first met me was at the peak of my bulimia, and, really, I've put him through some obnoxious drama. But he has never once let me down. It's so nice to have someone to listen to Joy Division and Gang Of Four with who also steals light bulbs from churches and giant christmas trees. Sometimes I just want to give him the biggest hug in the world.

Apologies for the sentimentalisms, but it seemed quite appropriate.
I hope he doesn't read this.

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