It brings a tear to my eyes when I think of him.  But, not in a bad way or even sorrowful way.  He's been in my life off and on since I was able to walk.  My childhood friend.  My father was in the Air Force, when he retired I was six.  We moved here to WV from Missouri and the base where I met Jo~Jo.  We wrote letters for years to each other.  Oh how I wish I could've kept them, so I could look back on our conversations.  We're a couple years apart...  When he went off to college we lost track of one another.

It saddens me how things happened.  We found each other randomly...  After all the hours I spent looking for him and to no avail. I give up...  One day I happened to receive a message on Myspace from someone I didn't recognise.  I went a few days before reading it, but before I even read it I looked at the profile.  Still didn't place as to whom he was.  Saw that he was gay and thought, oh well what's the worst that could happen some mistaken identity, spam, or someone just looking for a friend.  I almost burst out crying when it happened to be him.

I replied without hesitation.  I had to yell at him for leaving me for so long.  But, when I got that out of the way, we reconnected like no time at all had passed between us.  It was odd.  Not to mention knowing we were both gay.  All the things we had in common.  It was striking, so odd.  Then...  Well, things took a turn in a different direction.  I disappeared.  When my sister passed he was taking psychology classes.  I don't guess he meant for it to happen the way it did and I know he meant no harm, but all empathy left from him and I was a case.  His tone, his words...  When I realised he meant no harm we spoke for a time. Awkward, but we were dealing with it.  But...

Life can be so cruel...  His mother passed away from cancer.  He shut himself off and I couldn't find it in my heart to speak to him, I didn't know what to say.  So, we both parted for awhile...  For a third time in our lives we were away from each other.  When we started speaking again, we were strangers to each other.  Those conversation were the hardest.  So weird..  Then, he vanished.

Stopped calling me, stopped replying to my messages... I could see when he was getting online, but for whatever reason he disappeared from me.  I thought that was the end of our friendship.  I know people come in and out of your lives like shutting a door.  So, I accepted it and moved on for a time.  A few months back he popped into my head...  I looked around for him a bit.  Even checked his Myspace.  He hadn't signed on in a long time.  Even so, it was still good looking at his pictures and remembering.  It was very nostalgic.  Even my mother asked about him just a couple of weeks ago.

So. not only was I shocked but bewildered... Hell, so many emotions flooded through me...  I can't describe.  He came back to me again.  On Facebook the other night he sent me a friend request.  Back together again.  ^_^  I'm so happy.  But, find myself wanting to cry.  I guess they're tears of joy.  We may be seperated by a few states.  We still have each other none the less through e-mails and the phone.  

I just hope this time, we keep each other.  I guess with my sister and his mother... We just needed time to heal.  I grew up with them right across the street from me.  His family was my second family, same with him.  My sister was like a baby sister to him.  I wish I could remember the nickname he gave her.

I know it's long, but I had to get that out there.  ^_^