I wanna tell the story of my best friend. To have a little bit of privacy lets call him Willie.Yeah..Willie. We got to be best friends towards the ending of our 7th grade year. Before we were ever best friends I did have a tiny crush on him.. Just a little one...:) Anyways I told him everything and for a long time he was the only person I could trust. I knew he was my best friend when he did the nicest thing anyones ever done.At the time I was going out with his best friend and his friend told him to break up with me for him... Willie said no. Even though he was best friends with him and I mean like brothers and he still refused to do the deed for him. When Willie told me he couldn't do it I just knew I found my best friend..As our 8th grade year started I spent most of my time with him whether I was just sitting and watching him dance or asking him for his genius advice. Every problem I had just seemed so simple to him his advice was straight forward. Everything just seemed so simple to him while it seemed so complex to me. He trusted me with his secret too. To this day I've never told another living soul and I never plan to.
As our year together slowly came to an end I stopped listening to some of his advice but only because sometimes I thought I was right..Which was RARELY the case. He didn't like that. He would get angry when I wouldn't listen. Which now looking back I understand. I started to find Willie being distant with me.. I missed watching him play the base in the music room...Seeing how happy it made him made me feel complete.Because he felt complete. I loved the way he could put a smile on anyone's and I mean anyones face no matter how bad of a day they were having.That laugh of his..oh god that laugh. It could make me burst out in laughter even if the joke didn't. Those days I spent in the game room with Willie and his friends were. I swear I've never laughed more than I did when I was with them. Every move was a joke. Every word was a laugh waiting to happen. But towards the year there was this guy I was dating..Oh God I rather not talk about him! Willie told me to dump him. But what did i do? hmm ummm I I umm I couldn't do it...
After refusing to listen our friendship kinda just fell...I missed him soo much. Even though he insists that I never though of him or missed him..But how could I not.. He was my best friend.Someone who I loved as a big brother. Someone who I still love. I will never forget all the great memories that we had. They will forever be in my heart. I Love You Willie as a best friend of course. I hope one day you'll forgive me and be MY best friend again...
Song of the Blog: "My Ugly Mouth" by Meg and Dia
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