In a previous post, I mentioned having an online friend to whom I was very close with. This person, I met through one of my older blogs, one which has long since been taken down. I don’t know if he felt the same, or if I was just someone to kill time talking to while in one of his frequent bouts of boredom, but he was there for me in his own way and I will always consider him my friend (most likely to his chagrin).
During the long afternoons, parked in front of our computers, we talked about our hobbies, what was going on in our lives (usually I did the majority of the talking and he gave blunt, but effective advice), and teased each other about everything. ((I still haven’t forgiven you about the comments about my night!)) He helped me get through 2 years of school, in a place where my only friends were a awesome girl in my class, and my art teacher.
In the decade since then, we slowly drifted apart, rarely speaking due to hectic lives and a 13~14 hour time difference. For the first few years, we sent each other birthday ecards (back when that was still a thing) and sometimes commented on long abandoned blogs, but somewhere along the way we both changed. He mellowed out and I was downing in stess.
The last time I spoke to him was about 3 years ago, through some instant messenger program. We spoke for about 2 hours, before he said he had to head off to work. I wished him a safe day (his work was a bit dangerous) and logged out. That’s the last time I talked to him.
I sometimes wonder how he’s doing: if he’s still enjoying his job or if he managed to crash his bike yet. I hope not. I can only wish him all the best in the word and that he finds happiness in what he does. I know he’s probably forgotten all about me and I know that its a little strange that I still think about him (especially around his birthday) but he will always be someone that I remember fondly.
To him I say, “I wish you all the happiness in the world!”