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Wednesday, November 3, 2021

My Best Friend

 I miss him so much. His rugged, masculine smell. They way his brow would sink in when he was thinking, hard, or concentrating on the game on TV. I miss his smile, the goofy look on his face when he stubbed his toe on something, or when he was high or intoxicated and trying to vibe to music in the studio. I miss all those times in class when we would get lost in each other's presence. I miss him. I miss the time we created together. I miss the protection he ensured I had always, even when he wasn't around. I miss his reassurance in my happiness. I miss looking into his beautiful hazel eyes, and his crooked smile, with the extra hairy mustache uneven across his top lip. I miss my best friend, man. SO much. 

I met him some years ago, as a sophmore in high school. (2006-2007). He was a junior, and on the JV Football team. I was not your average catch. I was apart of student council, a whole nerd, and at that time, ate my feelings, daily. (Straight nerd). I had become comfortable with being overlooked, ignored, and unbothered. Until him. It was fourth period Spanish class, and as always, we did not have a substitute or even a regular administrator to host the class. SO we was wildin'!!!!!!!! Everybody was cliqued up with they group, just chillin' in class, doing what we do. Talking spit, planning something, plotting something, doing other homework, or just gossiping and passing time. 

It was one specific day that got him to notice me. I was the class nerd, so I got picked on a lot, about my clothes, my hair, my social status....and I got picked on quite a lot. I had an apple (yes, an APPLE) thrown at me, and something about that enraged him enough to pick it up after it hit me, and throw it back at the person who initially launched it in the first place. (We were in high school...and clearly still very childish). He walked over to me and asked was I okay. When I told him that I was, he stayed by me, and we started our own convo, about school, his crowd of friends, the subjects he was struggling with, classwork that wasn't being done...etc. This was the Nextel, sidekick, Razor phone era. So everyone was about they AIM top 5, Myspace pages, Mocospace, and Kik. (Also, possibly the start of Facebook). I ended up "dating" his best friend (for like all of three days) before he swiftly moved in for the kill, and I ended up being his "girl."


We had a cute little school romance. It most definitely grew, and became something more,over time. He would walk me to the classes he could walk me to without being late to his own classes. He would hold my books as we walked to MY classes; he would, as I have said previously, always defend me and protect me from anything he saw made me uncomfortable or uneasy. He has saved me numerous times from my home life. The pain and destruction I was enduring at home. He was my angel. My saving grace. He became my hero. I fell for him, HARD. NObody could tell me about my best friend. Til this day, nobody can. 


AS we got older, we began to better learn each other. Our comforts, our dislikes and pet peeves. He could tell me about myself all the time, putting me in my place, ever so respectfuly. That Taurus/Leo connection is no other. The energy is truly unmatched. The spark is never ending. The challenges this man would put me through...ugh. He used to get on my LAST nerve with scratching his throat and ringing his ear first thing in the morning; or constantly tell me things at the last minute when my schedule would be hella tight and packed. He forever stayed in the studio, or dicking around with his friends...BUT I was always his main priority. He made sure I was first in every action, of every moment, of every day of his life. 

There were days, as we grew, and got older, that were of course harder than others. This man watched me damn near lose my grandfather, he celebrated major milestones with me, including turning 18 and 21. We have lost children, together. I have been there when he lost his grandmother.....we were each other's rock. He was my Clyde, I was his Bonnie. 


To this very day, that is still my Ace. I wouldn't trade him in for a million dollars. I wouldn't go past Go and collect $200 dollars. THAT MAN, is one of the BEST things that has ever happened to me. I am truly blessed to still be able to call him my best friend. He is the Godfather to my both my babies, and he will forever be my Forever Hero. Even though im 3,000+ miles away from him, and my Goddaughter, he's a simple text, or phone call away. My TeddyBear. My Forever Bestie. 


If you are blessed to meet, find and keep someone in your life for more than 15 years, and can still stand to be around, talk to, communicate, rely on, and love someone as much as I love this man, PLEASE keep them close. They don't make them like that anymore.