#9: Michael
Sunday 1st May, 2011 - 12:04am with 0 comments
Dear Mikey. Mike, Mikey, Mikey. My fellow shutterbug friend, where do I start?
Do I start at the moment you said hello? Do I start at the moment you forgot my name? Do I start at the moment we dropped the waffles on the floor? Do I start at the moment I pouted and then kind-of-pretended-that-maybe-I-accidentally-didn’t? Do I start at the moment I slapped you across the face?
I’m so sorry for that… I still am.
But there you go, there is history. And not the history that sleazy douches mention, you know what I mean. Just a general history of an ordinary friendship. Some might call it ordinary, but I call it extraordinary.
I haven’t known you, technically, for long. And I haven’t known you, technically, for as long as other people may have. Maybe not even as well as other people have. And often I just put it down to the fact that we don’t need to know every trivial detail about someone to ‘know’ them.
As someone who never goes by time, I don’t, in this case. I can’t measure by time when it comes to things like these; I feel like for us it’s measured in moments. That moment you said hello. That moment you forgot my name. That moment we dropped waffles on the floor. Maybe I didn’t list them in order… but… there are times, there are moments, there are memories.
I’ve captured a few of them on my camera.
Mike, you are a complex character. I’ve told you that before, and I guess the mystery still remains. I could ask, “who are you?” and you’d never give me an answer that would satisfy me. You could change everything superficial about yourself, and we’d go down the same path. But here we are as friends, further down that path we started. Questions unveil a mystery, but after all that I still wonder if you need that to truly ‘know’ someone.
You’re my friend. You are. Thank you for talking to me when I felt like shit. All those times I felt like shit. Thank you for chatting to me endlessly as if the sun was never going to come up. Thank you for helping me out every time I approached you with a problem. Thank you for using Twitter. For saying hello. For all the little things that I remember but can’t put into words because I’m getting far too nostalgic. Thank you for being honest, albeit mysterious, sometimes an idiot, sometimes a fool. Somehow, you remind me of me, and we still get along even after I slapped you in the face. That isn’t all that matters, but you’re my friend after all. :)
Thank you for driving me home all those times. Keeping me company in the dark. Taking me places. Making me smile. Watching over me. Catching me when I fell…
(This is the ninth in a series of I am not sure how many numbers there will be; part of the Love Is… project.)
Posted on: Sunday, May 1st, 2011 at 12:04 am
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