Post by Bergy on Nov 12, 2014 20:52:08 GMT
I’ve known him for years now. October marked the 4th year we’ve been together. Well, I mean, “together” isn’t really the right way to think of our relationship. That indicates something romantic, which certainly isn’t us. The 4th anniversary of our partnership? No, that won’t work either. Partners talk, at least they talk more than us. All we’ve ever done is yell at one another. Not out of anger though, no don’t get the wrong idea. So far our… well, our yet to be defined relationship has been friendly. At least I think it has.
We’ve never had a real conversation. Often, when I see him, we won’t say a thing to each other. I’ve wanted to, I think he has too, but time and circumstance have never allowed for more than a few shouted phrases. “GET DOWN!” he would yell to me as he charged whatever he was after. Or maybe I would shout “AIM FOR THE HEART!”
And I know with that in mind this seems insane, but it feels like I know him better than anyone else I’ve ever met, even those I do hold real conversations with. There’s a connection I feel with him that I’ve never found with another soul.
And finally, today, we’ll have our first real conversation. As I sit here, nose deep in another ancient tome, going over my notes, and measuring yet again the lines of salts and the wicks of my candles. This one was important. I had to get it absolutely perfect. It was my best chance to finally really get to know him. To really talk, to open up, and be opened up to. He’s my best friend, if I could call him that.
Which makes the fact that I’m killing him today that much harder.
We’ve never had a real conversation. Often, when I see him, we won’t say a thing to each other. I’ve wanted to, I think he has too, but time and circumstance have never allowed for more than a few shouted phrases. “GET DOWN!” he would yell to me as he charged whatever he was after. Or maybe I would shout “AIM FOR THE HEART!”
And I know with that in mind this seems insane, but it feels like I know him better than anyone else I’ve ever met, even those I do hold real conversations with. There’s a connection I feel with him that I’ve never found with another soul.
And finally, today, we’ll have our first real conversation. As I sit here, nose deep in another ancient tome, going over my notes, and measuring yet again the lines of salts and the wicks of my candles. This one was important. I had to get it absolutely perfect. It was my best chance to finally really get to know him. To really talk, to open up, and be opened up to. He’s my best friend, if I could call him that.
Which makes the fact that I’m killing him today that much harder.
