He was my best friend


“He was my best friend. He was the last person who called me his best friend who I did not sleep with. When you are MY age, it matters. I was trying to ignore the anniversary. But it’s on my calendar. I remember the day like it was yesterday. It was Wednesday morning when I got the call from my friend Rachel who didn’t want me to find out in the trades or from some stupid news bit. I recall not reacting at first. It took a few days. Now I cry for him. Not as often as before. But I still cry. Today was not a good day. Continue reading