Sam has always been there for you, that’s what he does. He stays like no other. From the first break up you had on middle school to the first time you got wasted at a frat party.

He was always there.

Your Sammy, always so dependable.

He was your childhood best friend after all, he has been your guard dog since kindergarten.

Sam wasn’t your boyfriend, yet he’s far from just your best friend. He was something else entirely, you can’t label him. He’s just your Sam.

He was waiting for you outside your class as usual, he’d pick you up and he’ll drive you home.

“How’s class?” he asks as he took your bag.