I want to share a story of an unconditional love that goes with that one friend we have that we don't see or talk with like we used to but you know that if you needed them or they needed you we would drop everything to help.

We met in college, I was 19 he just turned 20.  We were at Perkins with a mutual friend, probably after a Johnny Holm concert, I don't remember lol, I thought he looked like a huge douchebag and figured that I would never see him again. He was looking at me with furrowed eyebrows and said "I do know you we have environmental science together!" I didn't remember seeing him in there but I went with it.

That Monday he sat next to me in class "good I know someone in here now, it's not so awkward" he told me. We became lab partners and that's how our story starts, actually it starts with a lab assignment to look at birds or something in the middle of nowhere on a cold rainy spring day and he locked the keys in the car, but that's a whole other story.

We started hanging out, which in college years involved a lot of beer and acting stupid. Pretty sure we stole a case of beer out of the back of some guys truck because he was a douche. It was deeper than that, there were countless nights on the phone after some dumb girl broke his heart or in the passengers seat of his car at 5am talking him out of vandalising some guys car cuz the last girl cheated with him, or when our mutual friend went through her instigating phase and told everybody every little secret she knew and insisted they needed to know when in fact they didn't she just knew it would be me in that car calming him down and not her lol.

I moved away, but nothing changed. I do remember his dad driving him 2 hours to my house with a broken leg and asking me to babysit. I didn't ask questions and just made up a room. Because friends don't ask questions, they just help hide the body right? Lol no he wasn't dodging a warrant, just some guy he pissed off that broke his leg.

We got a rude awakening when life happened, I got into a bad relationship which resulted in my oldest son, so there was some good, he hated my ex and warned and warned me to get away from him, if I wasn't so stubborn I would have listened but he accepted my stubbornness and said "I'm here when you need me, I would do anything for you" story of our lives...I'm here when you need me, like at 3am when I drove too fast on icy roads by his house and slid into a ditch flattening a wood fence.  Had to wake his dad up to help me out of that one, he got in the car and grumbled "you're lucky your like my second daughter to me or you'd be on your own"

When he told me he was getting married I felt the stabbing blow of platonic jealousy and I felt guilty for it. Platonic because I didn't want to marry him but I was scared that I was losing my best friend.  No more middle of the night chats, no more saying "I love you" before hanging up.

We are reduced to Facebook posts, I miss my best friend, every time something good happens I look at my phone and think "I should be telling my Andy" but I don't and I don't know why.  I know that if he needs my shoulder it will be there because I'm here if you need me.

I'd do anything for you.

Published by Liz Zemlicka