away from everyone last year
, and I buried myself in my work and a
-- both of which, in the end, were burying me. I think I knew he
best friend the afternoon I called him for an assignment, not meaning to talk to anybody
for any length of time because I was so engaged in my turning away from the world
But talk he did, and talk back I did, and laugh
and laugh and laugh. It was then, when I
walked away, smiling, hours later -- we’d spent hours even though we only
lived minutes away
-- and realized I hadn’t smiled so much in weeks.
It was when he stuck by me still, and encouraged me through every single one of the
steps it took me to get out of that hole
I had dug for myself, and
listened with interest to every detail I didn’t have the swap space
to sort out in my own
head, to the point where I needed to dump it out into his ... When he let me nap in his
room because I just needed a place and still couldn’t go home
... When I realized he
was making time to go walking with me every week when his girlfriend
was giving him
hell for not spending enough time on her...
And that’s the wonderful
thing about him, that every single day he makes for me a new
moment when I realize all over again that he is my best friend
. That, in the end --
is how I know.
He’s the only thing I’ve met so far too dear to
take for granted.