Today on Mike: Just because I can't spell your last name, doesn't mean I don't love you.

Very few people understand the relationship that Adam and I have. Who can blame them? We do have an extremely unique relationship. So unique that it has gotten a whole bunch of weird looks, dirty comments, and even caused a few people to dislike me to the point that it borders on a seething hatred.

Maybe it's because I can talk to Adam about anything. When I say anything, I mean it too. Not like when people say something like that in passing. There really isn't a thing that I can picture not being able to talk to Adam about, much to the heartbreak of those who yearn to have the same privilege. Adam has seen me through ups and downs, countless boys, and a large amount of experimenting with things that other people feel the need to run off to former authority figures about.

Another amazing thing is how our relationship is a testament to the fact that things don't need to get weird; even if this in turn weirds out a very large amount of people. It really means a lot to know that when someone asks "doesn't that bother you?" he replies "no, why would it?" And he's probably one of two people (if it's actually two people) who can purposely embarrass me in front of boys, and not get knifed as soon as I have a free hand. Trust when I say that there has been a very large amount of this on-purpose-embarrassment too.

It probably has a lot to do with the fact that Adam seems to have taken on the position in my life that I end up playing for so many other people. It's greatly appreciated, and incredibly lovely to be able to breakdown and whine or rant and rave to someone and know that they'll listen to all of it, and not make fun of you for it when you're done (half listening counts as listening too). It makes sense because I trust him so much. See, it's a vicious cycle. I trust Adam with my life, we bond over that, people turn in to haters, and then I went about it to Adam which in turn leads us to bond over that.

In conclusion (because I risk being extremely repetitive right now), I'd like to send much love to Adam for being so awesome. Of course that love is completely platonic, but don't worry: I'll still let you get fresh with me – especially in public. And I swear the fact that we both drool over a lot of the same boys, and dance provocatively when under the influence of alcohol has nothing to do with that. Or my name isn't Sir Elton John.