as i read my economics book, i remember how you taught me - patiently - and how you knew immediately when i didn't understand something - how you smiled, and tried to teach me again, and again and again - until something finally clicked and i got it.
i miss your familiarity and your intuition into my feelings, into my soul.
i miss you, my friend.
you were a good friend - a great friend.
great friends, however, rarely make good boyfriends - and this is something i wish i had known so that maybe, just maybe, i could have kept my great good friend. - instead of wasting years of friendship on a short-term strange type of intimacy that dissolved into a hot pool of anger and bitterness, eventually evaporating all that we had before.
today i got a random text message from a guy i made out with on a sloping roof of a beer pong party, in a goalie net of a soccer field, in an elevator, and once while he was handcuffed to a bed.
it was a simple cordial text - 7 years after our rendezvous. from time to time, we speak and catch up and it is generally a platonic conversation mixed with random reminiscing.
i've kept in touch with 2.5 out of the x males I spent time with during my undergraduate years.
the others were unable to sustain a friendship - perhaps it was both-sided.
irregardless, i like these random calls and text messages i get from these random males of my younger, more naive days. Reminiscing about these past random free-flying experiences makes me happy, and staying in touch with random people from my past is always nice.