Truth be told I regret…
You know how everyone seems to say, don’t regret it was a learning experience? Well, thing is I miss one of my best guy friends. We have only been friends and I freaked out when he wanted to pursue things. I sat and thought about that today. We were very different but yet I don’t get why I flipped out and stopped talking to him. I really regret not continuing to be friends because I miss how much you’ve taught me about music and life. Remember when we’d just chill out in your garage that summer? The summer you came back from Wisconsin to be exact. How we talked of dreams of visiting Madison for the world’s biggest block party one day. I loved those days. Oh and how you made me a ton of those CD’s where it made you think what were they on? Ugh, I miss it alot. Remember the seven hour road trip we took to visit your friends, and how they showed us around their town and me wanting every piece of artwork in the gallery at the local coffee shop. Remember when we all sat outside on the porch of their apartment and feeling if we stuck our hands out we’d be able to touch the trains that went by hourly.I remeber the poetry being read aloud and drinking gin straight on that porch and how the artwork they made was inspiring while being drunk. I still remember the incense burning and the smell that make me sleepy. I remember when me you and Alyssa all hung out one night and watched Twin Peaks in your moms room. It was the first time I ever felt a waterbed I believe. I fell asleep and woke up to you and Alyssa staring at me. I’m really sorry I wasn’t there for you when your father was resisting chemotherapy. I feel like the worst friend even though you have offered me so much in my life. I remember bringing green beans from my moms garden over to your house when your father was sleeping. I remember how excited you were. I still have all your Happy Birthday texts from every year since we stopped talking on a regular basis. I’m sorry I made you mad and flipped out. I hope that one day we can work on being friends again without any strange or awkwardness. I wish you the best. I miss your mom and her girlfriend alot. Remember the camping trip to Michigan and how we all got SUPER drunk by the campfire. I thought of all the card games we played that night after taking all the jello shots and making ‘concoctions’ which included gin, hynotique, vodka and amaretto which we had amaretto pudding (pistachio pudding) shots mixed in aswell. Worst drink ever made and yet we all drank it. We had good times. I miss being close. I miss having you as my friend. :(
