Today is the eve of my best friend moving to a different state. He received a promotion for his job and is packing up and moving to Idaho. He got a good raise, a stipend for a brand new car and a new chapter in his life to start fresh and new...I'm sickened by it.
Don't get me wrong, I am so happy that he is getting an awesome opportunity to move on in his life, more pay and a new adventure, I am just really sad to see him go...
Perhaps what's rolling across your mind is: Why is this so difficult? I could write a novel about my friendship only because I've fought so hard to make it succeed and grow into what it is now. I'm not sure exactly how to describe to you how our friendship makes me feel, but I'll try to help you understand:
He is the first guy that approached me in the attempt to be my friend. Now some might not think anything of this gesture, but trust me when I say this is like seeing pigs fly. For me, that doesn't just happen. I first remember seeing him on campus of college in the library. Then I saw him at his job at the local Chinese restaurant. I was there with a group of close friends. We were enjoying some good food and company. As we to the cashier to pay our tickets, he was the one who was the host taking care of that. He asked us what we were doing and was happy to see us come. He had mentioned that I had a loud and funny laugh. We asked him what his nationality was, mainly because Asians usually work at Asian stores. He was half Japanese and American. We said our pleasantries and left. About a week later, I was in the library doing homework in the computer lab and he approached me. I was really shocked by that. Usually guys don't reach out to me to be friendly. So we chatted for a bit, I asked him if he ever hung out with some of the Asian friends that I was acquainted with... things of no real consequence. Then we exchanged numbers and hung out.
Our friendship hasn't always been easy. Actually, of all my friendships, our has been the most tumultuous of all of mine. I don't really know how to be friends with guys... I interact with them the way I would with girls, but it doesn't work very well that way. They always take my kindness and courtesy as flirting and as sexual advances. But he was patient and understanding of my many limitations with him. Though, there were times when we fought and our friendship was done. The funny thing about that is, when we were no longer friends, I had the hardest time with it. He and I did everything together. Then all of a sudden I didn't have a besty to hang with was quite the shock. I didn't know it at the time, he had a hard time as well.
Five years have past since we became friends. I've had my up and downs with him. We've shared disagreements and good times together. He has always tried really hard to be a good friend to me, the best way he knew how. You know, it's funny that I say that and some people who know him and I would think that he wasn't a very good friend at all. The truth of it is, he and I both didn't start out being friends for the best of reasons. I pitied him for being socially awkward and he saw me as a means of status and excitement. So I see that both of us were users for our own vain ambitions. Time has changed my thoughts about our friendship now. I see him as a great man, he is devoted and passionate to the things he puts his mind to and would make a great husband and father to his future wife and kids. I see him being successful and loyal to all his deems worthy. He's really quite the guy that I believe Hollywood makes love stories about. He's flawed, but his moral compass always leads him to do what is right for himself and others. If we were all so lucky to have a friend like that in our lives.
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