I know a friend who sticks closer than a brother. Well, I shouldn’t say a friend now, should I?

He sticks so
close his breath paints your neck, he’s so close he doesn’t let go even if you desperately want him to. He
holds on until all you know is him, until all you see, hear and feel is him. He doesn’t chase after you
when you run, cause he’s stuck to you like glue on paper.

And soon enough, you don’t even want to know anything but him. You start running to him when things
get uncomfortable. When there’s a chance of risk or a decision you would rather not take, you begin to
ask him for advice, use him as your excuse.

You might know this friend as well as I do or you were smart enough to dump him when he started
breathing down your neck. Either ways we all know him and he knows us too. Have I alluded enough to
his identity for you to guess correctly? I hope I have because I am not mentioning his name.

Tell me who do you say he is?