So I'm just going to say that last night was probably the best of my life. It's not like we did anything spectacular--we went to a music venue and sat outside all night.
We didn't stay there the whole time; beforehand we had gone to a golf and fun center which now requires that people sixteen and under must now present a license, or come with an adult, or leave. I was the only one with a license, so needless to say, we left.
Anyways, we drove around downtown for a while--gelato, one way streets, closed businesses. Then we went and picked up my best friend from his house.
The tickets for the concert were ten dollars, so we decided not to buy them. Instead, we opted to go on an adventure. We caused a ruckus at the gas station AND sonic, at which an entire medium mango limeade was spilled on all four people piled into the back seat of my car.
After we left, I drove everybody home and the last person ended up being my best friend, Tyler.
Let me explain Tyler: He's definitely my best friend; I feel closer to him than I've felt to anyone in my life. He's gay. We watch all the same movies, listen to the same music, read all the same books. He plays the viola, so much that he has a constant "hickey" from its contact with his neck. He always wears the same thing--khaki cargo shorts, flip-flops, and a simple t-shirt--every day. I love him more than words can possibly describe. His mom is his hero, which I wish I could relate to. He lives with his grandparents who don't know he's gay--his room is small but covered in snapshots of our friends, us. He doesn't go to my school, so seeing him is rare but cherished. Our usual night out would be gallivanting in target, stealing all of the comfy chairs and positioning them into a circle (with friends) at borders, and getting some coffee at midnight from starbucks.
Back to my story--
We were talking about boys and how we want them. We discussed our crushes and stalkers. For some reason I felt the need to slow down (this is coming from a constant speeder) to just a hair below the speed limit. Cherish him. Cherish myself. Cherish this moment. We began talking about our friendships and why they're so important. "That's why I love our friend group. We're actually polite. We actually care." I told him, exactly. Right as this happened, the shuffle on my ipod chose "with a little help from my friends" by the beatles. How perfect, we agreed. That's exactly what our friendship is. It's perfect moments that can be described with a beatles song. It's looking over at a magnetic wall covered with my face, movie tickets from shared night of across the universe and the curious case of benjamin button. It's faces lighting up at the sight of the other's car, endless hugs and the best advice in the world.
It's all of this an so much more. This is the one reason I will dread graduation. Facebook will keep us connected in the smallest of ways. Christmas will come and we'll both head back to this sleepy little town with the faces of strangers. This is why this relationship means so much to me--that in two short years, we'll be going our separate ways, becoming more and more unraveled with each mile. We both have amazing futures ahead of us, but they point in different directions. Not opposite, but far enough. My last day in this city, I will cry in his arms.
This is why I live in the present; the past is over, and the future, though filled with the opportunities anyone could hope for, brings the beginning of a life alone.
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