I really do have to admit; you are definitely just another kind of category in my book. A different sort of friend. A different sort of colleague. A different sort of person.
Best friend? Though we may jokingly call each other in that context, you & I both know that that spot is inhabited by someone I find infinitely amazing (& that's not you).
Close friend? Acquaintance? Buddy? Pal? (I can imagine you laughing at these analogies, but no, none of those are it.)
Come to think of it, I still have to find a word for what you are to me, but despite my constant annoyance at, teasing of & mocking of you, you should know you've been an important part of my life.
You've helped me become myself beyond myself-- to look beyond just writer & dreamer & actor me to a leader, a role I haven't utilized in this school. You help me up when I'm vulnerable. Like. When I feel close to losing it & so vulnerable around the person I love best (not you), it sort of helps to know you're there & we both care about each other, but in a shallow and amusing way.
You're probably the biggest serious joke in my life, so I hope you know that I thank you, somehow.
After these two months, we may not talk too much, but I think that's the joy of our friendship. We manage to get back to where we let off.
