I said goodbye to my best friend tonight.
well, we didn't really say the words "goodbye"
because neither of us really knew how to say it.
we just left it at a "see ya later, buddy".
we hugged, choking back the tears and did kind of a wave
that said, this is really happening.
the elevator doors shut.
i stood there for a second, expecting them to open again.
pinch me.
There's a fine line between a best friend and a brother.
The best friend hangs out with you when you can, you do cool things together, talk to each other about everything.
But a brother watches out for you, gets in your face if you're being stupid, argues with you if he knows that his stance is what's best for you. He's there when you come home late at night, playing video games, ready to hear about your day.
And Pat is just that. It's hard to let go of that.
After leaving the hotel, coming home and having to walk by his empty room that I'm so used to seeing clothes piled everywhere, the tv on and my silly friend sitting indian style with his wireless keyboard on his lap. It was hell. My heart broke as i stared out his closed window that i used to complain at him for leaving it open all the time.
As hard as it is to watch him go, I am SO incredibly proud of him. He's the strongest, smartest, hardest working, coolest person I know. He cannot be underestimated, because he'll prove everyone wrong.
He's not my best friend. He's my BEST friend.
Good Luck Sailor.
I love you Noodle.
-Ali
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