Roy and I met when we were 11 years old. We were in different classes but we knew each other. It was at a time when everything was awkward.
You remember. Those, "why am I breaking out" days. Those, "why am I angry all the time" days. Those, "why am I bleeding down there" days. Those days where everyone is telling you that anything is possible, yet, the same people are telling you, you shouldn't be doing that, days. Those days where you kinda like boys, BUT, you are still scared that they might give you cooties. HAHA! AH... those pre pubescent days.
Roy and I became best friends when we were 14. We were prefects in our school and we always try to work our favourite shifts together. Manning the school gates. I remember we would sit in the little hut in front of the gate and just talk about the latest music videos we have seen and which teacher is giving us a hard time, it was almost every teacher but one. He would help me out with homework, and I would help him out with girl problems.
We were separated when I moved to a different city. We kept in touch though through letters. YES, SNAIL MAIL! He would tell me what the latest gossip would be in the old school and I would complain that my new school sucks and the people sucks. A few years later, he moved to my city to further his studies. My task, at the beginning of every term, was to pick him up from the airport and drive 1 hour and drop him off at his university. His task was to pay me in the form of his late mother's pineapple tarts, for my "troubles". This went on for a couple of years and then, I moved again. This time to Perth.
We were bro-mates, soul sisters, the bestest friend of all time. We could read each other's mind just from a look. Even today, 4,045kms apart (yes, I googled that), we can still sense when either of us are in distress. It is like we are linked in some sort of cosmic energy, wave length type thing. We would go without talking to each other for days and even months and then suddenly, one random text from him would appear saying that he can sense that I am in trouble, and I would be. I don't know if it is a coincidence, but that didn't happen just the one time. It happens ALL THE TIME. When I was going through rough times with my marriage, I would get a text massage from Roy asking me if I am ok. We would always comment on how eerie our connections because it seems like he has a crystal ball and is spying into my life and vice versa.
Roy, if you are reading this, and I know you do because I told you to, I am grateful that you are in my life. I am grateful that you were there for those awkward stages in life. I am grateful that you knew when times were bad and called me to check up and I am grateful that you gave me space to get on with my life. I am grateful that for our 25 years of friendship through thick and thin. I am grateful that we can prove to people that it is completely ok for a man and and woman to be best friends and nothing more than that. Thank you my friend. Here is to the next 25 years of being best friends.
Highlights of the week
- My little girl started her formal schooling and she is coping so well.
- Air conditioning and cold water.
- Not buying lunch 3 weeks in a row. Woohoo!