355/365 A Fourth Tim
He called me Kemo; I called him Tonto. He was my faithful co-counselor. There was flirtatious undercurrent. Later, at college, I must’ve done something to piss him off. Soon it was like we didn’t even know each other, and then, of course, we didn’t.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 8:35 AM
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That's so sad.
I don't mind friendships ending when you know why - they've played their course - but this is sad.
I sometimes wonder if it was because I'd chosen a different Tim to be with, but this could be unbelievably self-centered of me to even entertain. All of a sudden, he seemed mad at me...or at least that's what I remember. And it was sad, because we'd be quite close. But who knows? Maybe we'll run into each other someday and have a great time again! The days of the Internet make things more possible (don't they, Nate?)!
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