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May. 29th, 2007 06:47 pmI had actually intended to post about my newly installed (and uninstalled) air conditioner today, but apparently not.
I found out in homeroom that a friend of mine died. He had leukemia. I hadn't spoken to him in about two years, but...he was my best friend for a long time. I met him in fourth grade, and through fourth and fifth grade he was, without question, my best friend. He was too sick to come to school for most of middle school, and later on either didn't have a phone or had an unlisted number, and contact was hard. I wrote him letters periodically, but he had a difficult family and our contact was sporadic at best.
I had a crush on him for six years. He was the first boy I ever liked that way, and if I think about it, he may be the only one. If I saw him at this very moment, I know exactly how I would react. I would spend the first few minutes paralyzed and silent, and the rest of the time giddy. And I am very rarely giddy. Because that's how I always was with him. Even after not speaking for years, I couldn't quite get over him.
It's strange. I'd always assumed that we'd find a way to reconnect someday. He was sick from the day I met him, and somehow it never really seemed plausible that he would actually die. It was just...his state of being.
I feel kind of like I'm cut off from something now. I don't know. I just thought I would post.
I found out in homeroom that a friend of mine died. He had leukemia. I hadn't spoken to him in about two years, but...he was my best friend for a long time. I met him in fourth grade, and through fourth and fifth grade he was, without question, my best friend. He was too sick to come to school for most of middle school, and later on either didn't have a phone or had an unlisted number, and contact was hard. I wrote him letters periodically, but he had a difficult family and our contact was sporadic at best.
I had a crush on him for six years. He was the first boy I ever liked that way, and if I think about it, he may be the only one. If I saw him at this very moment, I know exactly how I would react. I would spend the first few minutes paralyzed and silent, and the rest of the time giddy. And I am very rarely giddy. Because that's how I always was with him. Even after not speaking for years, I couldn't quite get over him.
It's strange. I'd always assumed that we'd find a way to reconnect someday. He was sick from the day I met him, and somehow it never really seemed plausible that he would actually die. It was just...his state of being.
I feel kind of like I'm cut off from something now. I don't know. I just thought I would post.
