Day Nine-Drifting Drew (I'm Back Bitches!)

FINALLY!

~Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young.~

That was our favorite quote.  Drew and I.  We vowed to bridge that gap.  We vowed to be forever-friends.  Forever. 

The day I left for college, we got up extra early to have coffee together-something we had done daily in high school-of course during school when we weren't supossed to be leaving.  We did "best-friend" things.  We sang our favorite songs in my car really loud. We pigged out & watched movies.  We stayed out too late, drank too much, and laughed too loud.   We finished each others' sentences and could have an entire conversation without saying a word.   I was dating The One Who SHall Not Be Named.  But, Drew & I, we were always together.  Even when I was hundres of miles away, we talked on the phone, a lot.  My mother insisted he always "liked" me.  I thought she was crazy. 

Somehow time slipped through our fingers like fine sand.  Life went on, and our childish fantasies were replaced by real work and real life. Adult things ruin everything.  He had a serious girlfriend he lived with in NYC.  Shit just happened. 

Then one night he called.  She left him. We talked for hours.  I told him I'd be on the next flight out.  He didn't even know where he was going to stay, so that wouldn't be necessary he said.  He'd be home soon. We'd catch up.  & we did.  I felt young again & alive.  We hung out and talked til the sun came up.  The talks that are natural and unforced filled with tears and laughter.  The years inbetween were never mentioned.  It felt like they didn't exsist.  They didn't. 

He said he'd be back soon.  We promised to not let too much time pass again.  We kept that promise for a while.  But, life budged it fat ass in between again.  She really is a bitch. 

A couple months passed & I was working at one of our Summer Concerts.  I saw his parents. 

Fool: "Oh HEY!!! How are you! How's Drew??!! I feel so bad I haven't had a chance to call him."

Them: "He's home.  He'll be here soon."

Fool:"Oh wow that's weird.  I'm gonna kick his ass for not telling me he was coming home! Tell him I'm looking for him."



Needless to say, things were never the same.  He came with some horrible hippy chick with a long skirt & "Jesus" sandels that looked at me like I was "Corporate America" in human form.  We met up later and every time we even remotely tried to have a conversation, she grabbed him took him away.  Words were exchanged.  I had enough. 

SIDE NOTE: Girls-it IS possible to be friends w/ a male without thinking about fucking him every second of the day- so if your man has a friend who's a girl-try and give her the benefit of the doubt. AT least the first time you meet her.  You can hate her after that.  It's cool. Just be nice the first time. Come on.

He moved home almost a year ago.  The last time I ran into him he basically acted like we were never friends and kinda made me feel crazy because I was so excited to see him.  I was all "i-can't-wait-to-hang-out-immediately-and-catch-up-and-laugh-and-go-to-Walmart-and-push-all-the-Bouncing Tigers-and-run!!" and he was more "I'm-a-hippie-now-and-we-don't-even-know-each-other-anymore."


Crushed. 

I miss him a lot.  Eveen though the way he has recently treated me has been horrid.  He was and always will be in my heart and my thoughts.  I could really use a friend like he was right about NOW.