Yup.

  I need my best friend. I've been having one of those weeks. The ones I often have. The ones where I feel like I'm losing control over everything I once had control over, and everyone knows what that means. All hell breaks loose. 

   He knows me well which means he knows how I react when I lose control. He knows that I'm a control freak; it really just comes naturally to me, but he also know how to handle me. I guess handle isn't the right word. Comfort might work better here. He knows how to comfort me. 

   Right now, I need need him, and I wish he was here, if only for a day. I want him to be at his house when I drive home Friday, so I can run into his bedroom and collapse on his floor. I want him to gather me up into a hug and tell me it'll be all right. I want to sob and sob until there are no tears left, and then I want to fall asleep with his arm around me. When I wake up, I want to see his face. I want to hear him say I'm going to be fine. I want him to tell me that this will all blow over, and I want him to tell me that he believes in me. I want him to kiss my forehead and then I want him to drive me home.

  

  I know he's doing wonderful things and helping people he needs to help. I know he's doing what he needs to do to be a better husband, father, and person, but today, I need my best friend.