Friendship

[lamamadlucas]

We met back in 1996on  cultural exploration trip to PR and we just hit it off.  He had long black hair that was perpetually frizzy and a nose, my God that nose.  He was a loner or an outcast I’m not sure but from that trip on we became inseparable.

 

I can’t even explain how great it was we laughed we explored we hated the world together but mainly we just walked our broke asses and talked about everything and everyone. 

 

He was the one I called before I tried committing suicide, and later on when I was ready to talk about why.  He was the only person i ever told, and probably ever will. Not even my husband knows those days.

 

When I fell for a stoner he told me that I was too good for him and reminded me that i was worth so much more than what I was giving myself up for.

 

He taught mew how to be a woman who could stand shoulder to shoulder with a man and never have to be ashamed. 

 

He was my skippy and i was his side kick then love kicked in. 

 

I crushed on him he crushed on me but never at the same time, even though we both thought we’d be eighty rocking on the porch together teenage love is not supposed to last. 

 

We grew up and apart.

 

My mother died his mother died.  I took our relationship for granted.  We kissed and tried to make a relationship but he told me he wanted to be with me and I told him that the taught of having sex with him made me laugh.  His face changed and things wee never the same. 

 

He got involved with a mutual friend moved in with her an raised a puppy, without telling me it hurt and I guess that was the beginning of the end.

 

Whatever…

 today on facebook I found him,  Married and smiling.  I’m happy for him but who would’ve thought that something so great a friendship so true would end?  That’s life I guess…