"Real friendships never fade"
That's the signature at the end of every email I send. I've always wanted to believe that's true. Once you establish a friendship, a true friendship, it's a life long bond.
I haven't talked to my first bestfriend, Lucas, since May. We've been friends since we were 8 years old. That's a long time to willingly put up with another person's shit.
Our mothers were so busy, they didn't have time to tend to us. We raised each other. We'd skip school together. She taught me how to swear. I thought her how to be humble. We discovered how to set a nikka up. We taught each other about sex. We were never far from each other.
She was the first chick to jiggle my boobies or trim my snatch. I taught her patience and gave her confidence.
She partied more, I studied more. We laughed. We lied. She'd curl my hair. I'd polish her toes.
I'm so hurt that she never came to see my new house. I just knew we'd decorate and do all the things you do with your girl for such an occasion. Not a phone call. Not a letter.
I wrote to her 2 weeks ago and still no response. I didn't send a card or a typed letter. I sat and wrote, pen to paper, about all the things at are new and wondering what she's doing. Still no response.
I guess we grew up.
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