
8 years ago, I made a decision to distance myself from an alcoholic friend. Him and I had a very unusual relationship. We were best friends, hung out everyday, partied hard, dated other people, and slept with each other on quite a few occasion. Outside looking in people thought we were dating. Of course our friends knew differently. I still don't know how to label it, but today I finally go the answers that has been looming over me for years.
For the last 8 years I have had very vivid dreams about him; very unsettling and very real feeling dreams. I have these dreams often about people. Usually it means I am going to encounter them or hear from them, but for this guy I didn't want to acknowledge them and nothing would come out of them, until a month ago. The last encounter I had with him was at the mall. He was walking in and I was walking out. He said my name and I said to him "I don't know who you are." My feeling for him go deep, real deep. I ended my party days, he hadn't yet and I knew I had to end our friendship before I got hurt. I loved him and he loved me, but we never could get past our own disappointments in our past relationships and I think thats why we never brought our own relationship to the next level. We didn't want to lose what we had, and I had just thrown it away. I knew it was what I had to do, but I couldn't help but feel bad for what I have done. My last dream I had was on
December 27, 2010. Waking up out of a dead sleep, I ran to my computer found his facebook and just started typing away, explaining why I did what I had done.Today, he finally read that e-mail. He gave me his phone number, then called me out on being a puss if I didn't call him. I sat here tonight shaking, knowing I had to. So I sent him a text. His response was. "Ya, but I hate texting r u able 2 meet me." The anxiety took over my body and I really thought I was going to hyperventilate. Trying to find the reasons in my head not too, I told myself, just do it. I needed to get some sort of closure from that part of my past that haunted my dreams for so many years. So I told him to come on over. I proceeded to call Kati and left her a message to tell her he was coming over. She called me immediately back, not even listening to my whole message. All she heard was, he was coming over and called me right away.
When he walked in the door, he gave me a big hug. The smell of him had all those old feelings rushing back. He smelt exactly the same. He was now sitting in my living room. He is slightly heavier then he was then and he is now wearing wired rimmed glasses which he actually always needed, but it was him. Before I could even get out what I was trying to explain to him in my facebook letter, he made it known he had to say what he had to say first. When he said, "I didn't mean to treat you bad then." I tried to interrupt him and tell him he never treated me bad, he quickly shut me up so he could continue to say what he had to say. He said whatever I did then to make you walk away, he didn't blame me, I had to do what I had to do. It was shortly
after that he made an effort to get sober(which he is now). He said he hadn't thought about me in a few years up until a couple of weeks ago when he saw a Honda. Then thoughts of me flooded his mind. Weird, probably about the time I had the dream. He said if it wasn't for you then, I know I wouldn't be where I am at today. He didn't care about any of the people we hung around with then and could of cared less what happened to them and if any of them would of e-mailed him like I did he would of deleted it, but mine he was waiting for.He had a laundry list of things going on in his life and I couldn't help but sit back and think, what if. Then we dove back into our past and I found out things that I had NO idea about. For instance, I was the only one he was sleeping with. As I sat there staring at him in disbelief, I couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. From what I seen and what I was told he was sleeping around just like I was. I said NO WAY! He said I am sitting here stone sober in your living room telling you were the only one I was sleeping with I have nothing to hide from you. I told him I felt kinda bad, then he said don't I was a drunk. I knew I meant more to him then just friends, but I had no idea. We can't go back and change what happened, but we can move forward. Just so you all know he did get married and still is. Not a happy one but he is content. After all she did break his trust a few years ago and he still hasn't recovered from the event and yet again another disappointing relationship.
I do miss my friend. The times we had in his kitchen dancing to music and the late
night talks have not been forgotten. He remembers them just as vividly as I do, probably even better since he had to refresh my memory on one particular thing he promise me, but I soon remembered. He drilled me on it to see if I would remember and I just couldn't. He said, when I die, I promise I will come and haunt you and he told me to this day he means that. The one thing I got out of tonight was that I was good at pushing men out of my life that probably could of been good for me and left me with that happy ending I have been waiting for. Having disappointing relationships makes it hard not to trust though. Truth be told, if I didn't push him out of my life, he may have not of gotten sober and helped himself the way he has. I am so glad and thankful he got well and that I got my friend back. My guilt for ending our friendship when I did is over, and even if our reconnect is just for a moment at least I got some closure. Now its time to move forward and see if those dreams will cease and hopefully regain the friendship we lost track of.






