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Thursday night I thought Charlie was going to die.
I ended up being awake for 40 hours straight, both in the ER till things got stable and then driving down to his home town to be with his friends, worrying.
We got in a fight about a month ago.
It was big and explosive.
And it was over nothing. Legit nothing.
And as I watched him helpless in front of me, laying on a gurney, I wanted to say I was sorry.
But the thing was-- I already did.
About a million times.
I thought this would be a transformative experience, though he doesn't remember any of it (and probably never will)
Yet, it wasn't. I didn't make any revelations. Except that despite the fight, and the bit of a rift that came between what seemed like an inseparable friendship, it didn't make sense for me to be anywhere else.
But I think I knew that too.
I ended up being awake for 40 hours straight, both in the ER till things got stable and then driving down to his home town to be with his friends, worrying.
We got in a fight about a month ago.
It was big and explosive.
And it was over nothing. Legit nothing.
And as I watched him helpless in front of me, laying on a gurney, I wanted to say I was sorry.
But the thing was-- I already did.
About a million times.
I thought this would be a transformative experience, though he doesn't remember any of it (and probably never will)
Yet, it wasn't. I didn't make any revelations. Except that despite the fight, and the bit of a rift that came between what seemed like an inseparable friendship, it didn't make sense for me to be anywhere else.
But I think I knew that too.