A zillion years ago when I was in high school, I had a wonderful, wonderful guy friend. Sometime in the general direction of after graduation, he came out to me on my front porch one evening. Of course I was devestated because I was sweet on him, but isn’t that the way life is?
So anyway, he went up to Logan for college and did a stint at some camp place in or near Yellowstone, and that was the last I ever heard from him. I was hurt when he didn’t come to my wedding reception (yes, I noticed!) and eventually found out that he’d moved to Baltimore.
Let’s just gloss over the little stalking expedition I went on and fast forward to today.
So, I’m trolling myspace this morning doing a search for all my gal pals in town when I decide to punch in his name. You’ll never guess whose profile came up first! I couldn’t believe it. I also wasn’t completely sure it was him because he’s back where I knew him and I just never in a million years figured he’d be back there. But it was him. And I’m so glad. It would be great to renew our friendship, but maybe I’m part of a life he doesn’t recognize anymore. What’s important is I know that he’s safe and he seems to be really happy and successful.