A Good Friend

This is purely dedicated to a good friend of mine. Some say we're more than friends, but I'm not one for gossip. We've known eachother for a couple of years now. You could say we have an open relationship, a very open relationship. My friend is desired by many others and is not one to say no. I don't get jealous. For other reasons, our relationship has gone from rock solid to non-existant at times. Shit, I once even considered starting a business together, thats how serious it got. But there was a year where we never saw each other. You could say we have an on and off relationship. When it's on though, baby its on. We hang out at least 2 or 3 times a week and when I'm on the move from city to city it can be a daily thing. How do I not get bored? Thats a good question. I mean, sometimes it feels like I can't get away. Everywhere I go I see my friend. It can be too much and sometimes makes me feel trapped. There are moments when I force myself to stay away just to change it up, but I always go back. My friend really takes good care of me. Without our friendship I could easily be dead. Sure it costs me. 3 euros here, sometimes 4 euros, but it's worth it. Similar relationships can be much more expensive. I think thats one of the main reasons we get along so well. Also, it's nice when I'm on the move to have some familiarity. Sure, from place to place it can be a little bit different, but the core of our relationship stays the same no matter where I go. Thats why, and I'm not ashamed to say it, I am in love with Kebabs. That delicious savory meat wrapped in a tortilla or bun with yogurt and spicy sauce, tomatos, onions, and lettuce never fails to satisfy, no matter which city I am in. During our one-year break I even tried to find a substitute, but I realized I was only thinking of my favorite Kebab: There's always a place for you in my stomach.