Friends and What If
I often wondered what it'd be like to see him again. I haven't seen him since we ended our friendship. How would I react? What would I say? Would it be awkward? It's inevitable that we'll run into each other soon. We work on the same street, have the same friends, live less than 30 minutes from each other. I'm surprised I haven't seen him in 2 months. I know for a fact that he didn't come to a mutual friends house because he knew I'd (we'd) be there. But I still haven't seen him.
I didn't really see him, per-se; I saw him driving. At least I'm pretty sure it was him. While I haven't memorized his license plate, I do know I was right outside the building he works in, so it's highly probable. I do miss him to an extent. He was one of the few friends I could seriously talk politics with, and at this time of the year that's what I really want to do. I know he'd be disappointed that I'm not following the races as closely as I should. He'd yell at me for not filling out my paperwork from the Voter Registration people, and I'd turn it in the next day. We'd exchange work horror stories while sitting at a campfire, drinking beer. I'd get mad at him for saying derogatory things, and he'd argue with me and tell me I was wrong and explain to me that I was discriminating against him. I'd ask him when he he's going to take me out on his bike again, and we'd both agree that going out at night after drinking is probably a bad idea. We'd be lost in our own world. But not today.
I didn't really see him, per-se; I saw him driving. At least I'm pretty sure it was him. While I haven't memorized his license plate, I do know I was right outside the building he works in, so it's highly probable. I do miss him to an extent. He was one of the few friends I could seriously talk politics with, and at this time of the year that's what I really want to do. I know he'd be disappointed that I'm not following the races as closely as I should. He'd yell at me for not filling out my paperwork from the Voter Registration people, and I'd turn it in the next day. We'd exchange work horror stories while sitting at a campfire, drinking beer. I'd get mad at him for saying derogatory things, and he'd argue with me and tell me I was wrong and explain to me that I was discriminating against him. I'd ask him when he he's going to take me out on his bike again, and we'd both agree that going out at night after drinking is probably a bad idea. We'd be lost in our own world. But not today.