He lived down the hall from me. Everyone in the dorm had to share a room. After the first term his roommate left school, so he had the room to himself.
I’d talk to him about the woes of my love life. He was a good listener and he’s share stories of his own. Sometimes we’d go for long walks together. Once we even walked to the next town, six miles away.
It was the end of the school year. I asked if I could move in with him. He was reluctant at first. He enjoyed having a room to himself.
I explained the difficulties I’d been having with my roommate. He agreed to let me move in.
I broke up with my first serious girlfriend/fiancee. I called him and told him what happened. I hadn’t seen him for a few years. He was going to school an hour and a half away. He invited me to come visit him the next day. He spent the day with me. He introduced me to some of his friends and showed me around campus. He asked me to consider going to school there.
That was the last time I saw him.
I’ve contacted him several times since then, most recently on Facebook. It’s not the same.
I miss my friend.
I’m so glad I met him.
I had just been broken up with.
I was watching a movie with some girls. I started crying. One girl put her arm around me.
Later she and I talked about my heartbreak. Then we talked about hers.
She was engaged. Her fiancé’s mom had died. He hadn’t talked to her since.
He lived kind of far away. She didn’t get to see him much.
We started spending a lot of time together. I started to have feelings for her. I didn’t do anything about them. I kept telling myself we were just friends. We were going through hard times together.
We went to a school dance together. Just as friends.
Later I found out she had broken up with her fiancé.
I saw her in the computer lab the next day. She started walking to the cafeteria. I followed her for a little bit. I was going to see if she wanted to talk. Then I thought maybe she just wanted to be alone. I went somewhere else.
Later I emailed her. I asked her if she wanted to go to the dance. She had already been asked.
She had wanted to talk to someone that day. Another guy was there for her. They started dating. That could have been me.
The next term she didn’t go to school. She went to Texas to help her twin sister with her wedding. While she was gone her boyfriend cheated on her. By then I had a girlfriend.
My girlfriend insisted that I get a haircut. I had long hair at the time. My friend who was cheated on was there. She said if I had gotten a haircut earlier she might have broken up with her fiancé earlier.
I should have gotten a haircut sooner.