My best friend of three years. Not the best friend you think of. He didn't know many of my secrets and I didn't know his.
his physique, carved out of stone it seemed. His jaw blessed by an ancient God. he seemed a bit more unique. well more than the typical teenage boy but he was also the stereotypical SoCal guy. his taste in music similar to mine; I have a jumbled mess that is my music taste. he loved to workout as did I. he made it very obvious he was attractive. he also made me feel attractive as he had constantly made innuendos about my body and face. not the most sentimental way of complimenting me but I took it. He also complimented my brain. although he never truly knew how smart I am. He helped me through one of the most rough patches in my life. my mothers accident. to make it short and simple, she died. three times. she's actually alive and well now but she was gone for a chunk of time and at that moment, my world collapsed. I was about to graduate and was gearing up to leave for bootcamp. We were all sitting on the grass in the quad; it was an early spring. You tell me that my phone won't stop buzzing and I with a sly smile tell you, "it's just another boy trying to call me". You told me to look just in case though and even though I didn't want to, I had to and honestly the incessant vibrations were annoying me. I look at my phone and my world goes static. "MISSED CALL FROM GRANDMA" was all I could read before i felt your hands on my shoulder and you shaking me. I must have looked petrified. I couldn't breathe. My world was nothing but blank space. My head swimming with shallow waves of terror. I look up at you at tell you I have to go. I push my body up and crash into almost everyone as I sprint to my room. Turns out my mom had collapsed at work. Two seizures and a stroke. Flatlining on the playground, the ambulance and the ER. The following months would be filled with you calling me telling me I'd be ok and that you loved me. All I could think about was my future and what it would look like without my mom. I was only 18. I would have to be one of those people that when asked about parents go silent and given shifting pitiful looks. You kept me afloat though. FaceTiming me, sending me letters from your bootcamp experience and again calling once you were in A school. You gave me a promise ring. We became the IT couple. The two beautiful statues. Then, when my mom came home from the hospital and rehab; you left me. Just like I knew you would. No closure was needed for this brief partiality; may the rhythmic cycle continue.
