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Edited on Tue Oct-02-07 12:31 AM by Drunken Irishman
Not because of a fight, or death, or because they moved. Rather, you two stopped talking for no real apparent reason? Well I have a friend I haven't talked to in about two years and it's bugging me greatly. Mostly because I think I see him sometimes at the store. It's one of those fast glimpses, where you're not completely sure it's the person you think it is. That's happened to me, but every time I try to find him again, to get a better look, he's not there. The last time this happened I was at the store when I thought it was him but it didn't click until a few seconds later. When I went back to where he was, no one was there. I looked around the store for a bit, but couldn't see anyone that matched the description.
Anyway, the story. My friend and I had been really close since high school. We had biology and PE together, back-to-back and then would chill at lunch. After my sophomore year, however, he moved up to Idaho and we mostly moved our friendship to the online community, talking it up on MSN Messenger. Well a year after I graduated from high school, he moves back to Utah after his mother commits suicide. There we pick our friendship right back up, hanging out most weekends and just enjoying life. Then my friend gets the idea that he wants to join the military and he does. This was leading up to the Iraq War and he was adamant in going. He joined, left for training and I thought we wouldn't see each other again. I honestly thought he would die, which angered me greatly. And even though I tried talking him out of going, he thought it was best and so I wasn't about to stand in his way. I was not about to risk our friendship -- knowing he could never come back -- over this. So he left and I sat, wondering if I'd ever see my friend again. Well not long after I get a phone call and it's him. I'm shocked and excited, but I can tell my friend is very upset. He tells me he was discharged because of some medical reasons that he failed to mention during his physical. It was hard on him, but good news for me.
There we continued our friendship. We battled about the war, politics and just about every thing, but we remained friends. Now it's early 2005. I remember this because White Noise had just been released in the theatres and since my friend was a huge ghost aficionado, we went and saw it. That was the last time I saw him for quite some time. Months went by and I didn't know where he was, what had happened to him and I wondered if we'd ever speak again. I contacted his house, only to be told by his parents that he wasn't home and they would give him my message. It felt as if they never did, since every time I would call I got a zero return phone call from him. Finally, around the summer of '05, I believe, I received a call from him. I remember it was very faint, because I could barely hear him. It started out with "do you remember who this is?" and of course I realized shortly after it was my friend. We talked, he told me he had moved out of his parents' house over a spat and was now living in his grandparents' basement. He had a new job and things seemed to be going well. He said he tried contacting me, but never could. I took him at his word and we decided to meet up that next weekend. I was skeptical that it would happen, but it did and we chilled once again. It was great and things went well. And when it was over I remember I was walking inside and he said he'd call me and we'd hang out again. He had my number, I did not have his. He got into his car and left and we've never spoken since.
I've tried looking him up on Myspace, through internet searches and have even gone over to his old house. Nothing. His family has moved, no trace of whether he went back with them. I don't know where his grandmother lived, or where he worked. I don't have a number and only an e-mail address he used on his MSN, the one he used to chat with me all throughout high school up until 2005. Every e-mail has been ignored. I once saw him on MSN, but he was mobile and he never answered my message. Typical, because every time he was mobile, I could never get him to answer.
It's now two years since we've last spoken and I don't know what has happened to him. It's just weird how a friend can completely stop talking to you like that for no good reason. I know we didn't fight and nothing bad happened the day we hung out. Just that the friendship came to a halt and I doubt I'll ever see him again. I mean, my contacts are the same. He knows where I am, knows my phone number and if he wants to contact me, he can. But he hasn't tried, which tells me he doesn't care and that makes it even more depressing. That a friend can just easily throw away six years of friendship. At least that's what I assume, since it's the only thing I want to assume. For all I know, he's dead and I don't want to think of something like that.
Am I seeing him at the store he used to work at, or is it all in my mind? I've seen him a few times, same store and nowhere else. He'll be walking up aisles and by the time I get to those aisles, he'll be gone. There are also times when I think I see him but am too scared to go up to him. Mostly because I fear that if it is him he very well could turn his back to me and our friendship. But the times I have tried to see if it's him, he just disappears, as if that person wasn't even there in the first place.
Sorry for the long story, but this has been building inside of me for a long time and I needed to get it off my chest. I'm also posting this because sometimes when you think of a long lost friend, they come back into your life. It's happened to me before, with an old neighbor, and I'm hoping it happens again.
Thanks for reading! :)
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