What’s it like?
Often times I catch myself sitting here wondering, what’s it like:
To have friends who don’t flake out, or stand you up?
To be the first one friends turn to when they feel the need to share something really good, or really bad?
To not be the third wheel all the time?
To not be put on the back burner?
To not be the last resort?
To be loved?
To be wanted?
To have someone actually listen to what you…