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When I was thirteen i was a little in love with my best friend's boyfriend. He was ridiculously good looking in that grade 8 bad ass kind of way. After hours pouring through old pictures and letters (why don't we write grade school letters anymore? They're probably the best kind of letters -- not only do they contain random and hilarious bits of information, they are also folded into complicated shapes which impresses me now ten years later) I've found myself fantasizing about this boy, this old best friend's boyfriend I once knew when I was little.
I haven't seen him in over ten years (unless facebook stalking counts, he being still very bad ass I think he does not believe in facebook but a mutual friend has a photo of him that almost made my heart stop) but I find myself wondering what would happen if we saw each other. Would he still be inherently sweet or would life and time and northern ontario and drugs have kicked all the sweetness out of him? Would he still be funny? Would he still be smart and embarassed to show his friends and the world how smart he really is? Would he think I was an ass? Would I think he was an ass? What would we talk about? Would we talk? Would he still smell the same way he did at our hilarious teen dances?
When him and my best friend broke up, she asked me to call him, I Can still remember the conversation, it was long and he had just gotten out of the shower. I remember sitting in my room, on my old school portable phone, lying on the bed having this long involved conversation.
Ah memories.
I haven't seen him in over ten years (unless facebook stalking counts, he being still very bad ass I think he does not believe in facebook but a mutual friend has a photo of him that almost made my heart stop) but I find myself wondering what would happen if we saw each other. Would he still be inherently sweet or would life and time and northern ontario and drugs have kicked all the sweetness out of him? Would he still be funny? Would he still be smart and embarassed to show his friends and the world how smart he really is? Would he think I was an ass? Would I think he was an ass? What would we talk about? Would we talk? Would he still smell the same way he did at our hilarious teen dances?
When him and my best friend broke up, she asked me to call him, I Can still remember the conversation, it was long and he had just gotten out of the shower. I remember sitting in my room, on my old school portable phone, lying on the bed having this long involved conversation.
Ah memories.