I imagine at the ten year point this post will be a tad lengthy. However, today seems like an appropriate day for a small tribute to seven years of coexistence.
I opened up my Time Hop today and saw that three of my posts from the last five years were some sort of a Happy Birthday wish to one of my dearest friends. I then realized that we have been friends for the better part of a decade (if you can even call it friendship).
I started my blog in my junior year of high school. I have always been a writer and the easiest way for me to express myself is through the random musings of my fingertips when given an open, blank document. We each started blogs on this site as a means of communicating with each other. There had been quite a bit of flux when it came to our relationship, which lead to our not being open about remaining friends. You’d have to go back and read posts in order to fully understand the depth of which this kind of a relationship began, but I’ll do my best to shorten it for you.
Freshman year he was dating a friend of mine. We didn’t speak much.
Sophomore year we ended up in a couple of classes together – namely Driver’s Ed and the school newspaper crew. We were placed in the same group in Driver’s Ed which led to hours spent in that smelly car with the ever-creepy Mr. Orrick and his Austin Powers smile. There was dancing, popcorn, energy drinks, music, and more laughter than I’ll likely ever have again. One time in particular it was our “thing” to give each other wet willies. (We were in high school. What do you expect?) TD gave me one while I was driving. Naturally I freaked out and so did Mr. Orrick. So began the rants where he threatened to split us up out of that group. The year ended with his break with my friend and a messy class of friend groups. Naturally the girls bonded together and TD was left on the outside to seek solace in other friends. Thus began the war between the two “cliques”.
The summer after that year TD and I got closer than we would ever be. We talked on the phone for hours at a time and divulged our deepest, darkest secrets. We were totally honest and open while we grew to know and love one another. That summer will live in infamy as being one of the most real I’ve ever had. It was raw and passionate and intense and I’ll never forget how I felt. But things hadn’t changed as far as our friends went. So Junior year started and we weren’t allowed to be friends. We had classes together and passed notes in silence, doing anything and everything to keep from being noticed by our friends. We started a movie trend where he would pass me a DVD a couple of times a week because I hadn’t seen really anything and he took it upon himself to educate me in the world of cinematography. Never will I forget when we read The Crucible allowed. I was Abigail Williams and he was John Proctor. I’ll never forget how red my face turned when we read the part that outlined their explicit affair. Looking back now I’m sure no one knew what was going on between us, but I felt as if our secrets had been painted on a billboard for everyone to see.
The blog began that year as well. We used it as a means of passing notes to one another. We expressed our feelings and had witty conversations through our posts and I came to realize that he was my dearest friend. Hands down I cherished him more than I have ever cherished anyone. I adored him and I adored being around him.
For some reason or another we ended up on the outs later that year that led to my group doing something downright shameful.
This is where it starts to get hazy because there were so many bouts of ups and downs that it started to get confusing. I do know that we were on good terms in time for Mr. Winfrey’s AP Lit class senior year. I will never forget his rendition of “Chuck E. Cheese” set to some track I’ve long since forgotten. We also made a trailer for our version of Macbeth. That was a day that was both embarrassing (for having to display my acting skills – or lack thereof) and fun. I laughed more than I had in a while that day.
We weren’t on good terms when we left that awful school. I do remember how sad that was for me. Some point in freshmen year I think we met back up but it’s hard to remember. Since then it’s been more off than on, but the fact of the matter is that I know I can always go to him if I really need someone who gets me.
This summer I was in the middle of trying to break up with the big oaf I’d been dating for a year and a half. I posted things that attempted to describe how horrible he was to me and how unhappy and devastated I was. TD posted a response that gave me the courage to figure out my life and finally get away from him. It was the last bit of reassurance in myself that I needed.
That little post that might not have seemed like much to him meant the world to me. That post let me know that after everything, I know that TD will always be there for me. He will always help me out when I need him most and I hope he feels the same way.
So here’s to you on your 22nd birthday, after so many years of coexistence and growth together. Here’s to someone who molded my writing more than any teacher I’ve ever known. Here’s to some of the best and worst memories from the worst high school in the world. Here’s to long nights and getting to know someone truly better than you know yourself. Here’s to you my lucky charm.
I will always love you.