Three in the Morning
Three in the Morning
Three in the morning. That's when I heard the tapping noises on my window. I rose out of my bed and looked out the window to find my best friend looking up at me. I gave her a quick questioning look before descending my stairs and greeting her at my doorstep.
"David, I'm moving." Was all she said. I pulled her into my car and started to drive. I didn't know where I was going or in fact; when I was coming back home but…I didn't care.
We drove for hours. Reminiscing about all the great times we had together and talked about what we would miss the most. It was nine when my car broke down. We both got out and walked. We walked for a good mile before we reached a town. The town was almost deserted.
The two of us walked into a store and looked at all the unnecessary things that lined the walls. We bought a lot if it. Plastic guns with styrofoam bullets which we shot at each other in the isles. Balloons which we blew up and popped on each others backs. Candy which we would throw at each others mouths to see who can catch the most.
It was then that I realized this may be the last time I ever saw my best friend again.
We drove back into town at four in the afternoon. My parents were furious; hers annoyed.
Six o'clock came by too quickly. She was moving to L.A…I was staying in Montreal. She's now getting into the back of the truck. With one last hug, and one last smile; she drives away.
All I needed was one more day with her. Another day to tell her that she's the best. Another day to let her know that she's the only one I've ever loved. To let her know that she's the one person who I've ever really cared for.
It was then that I realized that I would never see my best friend again.
Several years went by. The first couple of weeks she was gone were the worst. Yes, we would call each other once a day, e-mail twice a day and text each other almost every hour…but then the calls became once a week, e-mails once a month and the text messages almost ancient.
It was then that I realized I had lost a best friend.
Several years went by; and soon it became ten. I was in L.A, promoting my new book 'Gone but Not Forgotten', at a book signing. Out of the crowd came a girl; a girl looking so familiar...I shrugged it off and moved onto the next person looking for an autograph.
It was now three in the morning and I was sitting in a local coffee shop. I looked around the room; observing my surroundings closely. The pictures on the walls, all the smells, the silence around me; even the waitress. The girl at the store…was her. She looked over at me; and sat down at my booth.
I asked her if her life was what she thought it would be. She told me it went the opposite. Her parents got a divorce, her brother died of cancer, and she had to leave her best friend behind when they were having the greatest time of their lives. She told me that first loves die hard. That if they ever leave; the will never be forgotten. I just sat there with my coffee in hand; and listened.
It was then that I realized that I'd always have my best friend.