O
His name is O. That's it...just O. O has been a friend of mine since about...hmmm when we were fetuses in our mothers' stomachs. Yeah, we go way back. For you faithful readers (and if you aren't, just check my archives for May 7th 2002), O's the middle kid in the picture i posted of my baby self, O, and my cousin. Our friendship consisted of weekly sleepovers, building houses/forts, vdo games, pool parties, Thai school, talks about girls, and laughing alot about nothing. But HS and college came around and we drifted. This here is the first IM conversation we've had in months...
tiKky19::yo
Tensinhand::sup
tiKky19::what you doing up
Tensinhand::9 am class
Tensinhand::u?
tiKky19::830 class
tiKky19::and it's 39 degrees here
Tensinhand::yikes
tiKky19::how's eveything
Tensinhand::good
tiKky19::that's good
Tensinhand::hows classes?
tiKky19::not too bad this semester
tiKky19::graduating this year?
Tensinhand::yea
tiKky19::cool
My point here is this- even though O's not blood related to me, he's part of my family. There's an unspoken love and trust between us- a mutual trust in the fact that we know the other will be there for each other even if we've drifted over the years. There's no need to call every week to check up, no need to hangout every month, no need to IM everyday. The love and trust here is uspoken, but understood.
Isn't family a great thing?
posted by pierre 5:12 PM
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