9/02/2012

Best Friends

It occurred to me that I miss him desperately as a friend. And yet, it would seem, not enough to actually pick up the phone and call him.

I have not seen him in three or four years. Actually, that is not true. I saw him walking down the street sometime last year and sent him a text message telling him so. "I saw you walking down the street just now! Don't worry, I pulled over to text," it read.

I wonder if we have anything in common any more. There was a period of my life when so much of my time was spent with him that one would have thought we were co-dependent. Joined at the hip, if you will. Although, I am sure that others thought it was actually different body parts that we were joined at.

The problem was that I went away to school and changed while he stayed the same. For a while at least. He is now becoming the person that he always wanted to be. Or at least I think he is. I hope he is.

I am proud of him, and I hope that he is proud of himself.

1 comment:

mademoiselle madeline said...

I understand<3