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A friendship I will never end

5 CommentsThursday • July 16, 2009 • by Fleur du Mal

Once my dad told me to stop believing in miracles, ’cause it’s stupid. Somehow I always knew he got it all wrong. I’m not criticizing my father’s pragmatism, but I think that one also has to have faith in order to achieve a great goal. It’s actually a long story, a story I haven’t been through  myself for 5 long years. Let’s go back to the beginning.

It started in the summer of 1999. I was an almost 14 year old obese boy and one morning I decided that I wanted to lose weight. So it started. I joined one of the local gyms and there it happened. I met her, T.. She was 10 years older than me, but somehow a stream of intense communication bound us almost immediately. She had already finished law school, while I was barely beginning high-school. We kept talking for hours every day as we worked out and in the evenings when I walked my dogs. I don’t know why, but it quickly became disturbing for the people surrounding us and ever since they kept on trying to separate us.

As time went by, we seemed unbreakable, but then, in 2004 everything started to change, even though I didn’t really notice it instantly. The pressures coming from our families, our other friends and her boyfriend became exhausting for her and she finally gave in unexpectedly. After years when I`ve been her shoulder to cry and vice-versa, she suddenly closed the door with no explanation whatsoever. It’s hard to try to explain the pain, actually it would be to much. I always thought the immense pressures from the outside must have been the cause. Our separate situations were very difficult and our liaison made everything blow up, even though we never understood why people were so mean to us.

However, once I recovered from that blow I always knew deep down inside that she never meant it, that there had to be something really disgusting that made her close the door.

As the years passed by we rarely saw each other. I was already living here, she continued staying in our hometown. It would be a far too long story to start typing it now (maybe some day I will or we’ll do it together), the thing is that after 5 years we found out that what we had was never gone. I text-ed her a few days ago. In fact is was the middle of the night. And how happily surprised I was when I saw that she was calling me. We spent half of that night on the phone and I was even happier to find a much stronger T. on “the other end of the wire”. Ever since we keep on talking hours daily. I hope she’ll soon be able to spent at least a couple of days here with me.

This was to make a truly long story, very short. And there’s a song I love that goes perfectly with it.

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