Well, i've realized that Nate is a definite keeper. I've been having a pretty bad last few days. Long story, but one of my friends is going through HELL, and he's tried to OD three times already, and he's finally getting out of the enviornment that's making him so depressed in May, and so for the next few months me and my firend Gina have to reassure him everything will be alright, because we're all he has left.
But he sounded so horrible on Monday when i talked to him. He sounded weak and depressed (More then ever before). I spent an hour and a half trying to reassure him and tell him everything would be alright, that i was there for him. By the time i was done i was emotionally drained and didn't really have anything left.
I started to cry and made the decision to call Nate, which was a good choice. He was worried of course, he left his friends house and came over even though i told him he didn't have too. He didn't even say hi to my mom when he came in, just followed me up to my room and just held me for like two hours while we talked through everything.
Honestly, i don't know what better way to describe the way he feels about me other than making an Alias comparison of how Vaughn feels about Sydney. He says the perfect things, and it doesn't matter where he is or who he's with, he'll drop anything if something is bothering me, and he full out admitted it last night at dinner (Which was our one month anniversary) that i was his weakness. Of course, it may seem crazy to other people, but we've known eachother for seven months, and that's pretty much how long he's liked me for.
So...the whole saying, "All men are dogs" isn't true. It's the bad guys out there that give the good guys bad names.