five years, going on six.

a year ago i was counting down the days until i saw you, until the day i would run into your arms at the airport and take you home with me. i still to this day, cannot believe you kept your promise to me; you flew to from the place i grew up in, to the little city i now call home. we spent two weeks together, and they were the some of the best days of my life. we did so much in those two weeks, i remember it so clearly. jumping off waterfalls, drinking way too much beer, exploring a city together and finding bubble tea; the drink we use to always get together, when i was still living in perth. playing drinking games with my mum, you were the first boy to walk up the mount with me, eating cobenhagen cones. but, i'm ashamed that your first night here i got drunk and threw up and within the first week we had been in a car crash, but you didn't care, you just smiled and laughed. i can still remember how i felt when i saw you for the first time in two years, i couldn't stop smiling, it was that very moment that i had been holding onto all year. it was you that helped me get through everything last year, and you didn't even know it. you are the only boy who has never broken a promise, lied to me,  hurt me, or let me down. you are the only boy who has always been there for me, even though you thousands of kilometers away, in a different country; you have always been there for me. i need to talk to you right now, i miss you more than ever. i love you robert thomas cudahy.