Sunday, January 21, 2007

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.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

That's so sad.

January 21, 2007 10:08 AM  
Blogger Nate said...

It's amazing how friendships go that way sometimes. I had a friendship end in a very ugly fashion at 14 - 14! - and then, this summer, the girl e-mailed me out of the blue and we had lunch, and it was like it never happened.

Weird, huh?

January 21, 2007 11:59 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don't mind friendships ending when you know why - they've played their course - but this is sad.

January 21, 2007 4:19 PM  
Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

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?)!

January 21, 2007 8:31 PM  

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