I miss my friend Rob:
I miss our chats about God, life, music, and every other nonsensical topic. Sometimes we didn't talk - we sat - we listened to nothing.
I miss bringing him food he never ate but he'd never tell me that - I just knew.
I miss the days we (or, maybe it was just I) stalked each others facebook, blog and YouTube pages. We called - we wrote. To me it still wasn't enough Rob. I knew things before he did. And I am sure he did too.
I miss our "random Baked meetings" that sometimes weren't so random. And often not long enough.
I miss a challenge at a good game of crib in the middle of the night.
I miss not telling him everything - all of the time. Luckily for him, he just gets the good stuff.
Sometimes you can live just down the hall from your best friend and it can feel like a journey of many miles just to get there and be no answer. For that, I miss insomnia. I miss our less busy times, when our schedules were a little more in-sync.
I might be bias, but this is, in my opinion, his best piece:
Whenever that Rob guy is home you seem to go into another room and never come out...just saying ;) But I was in your shoes once. New things are fun...
ReplyDeleteI had to make a phone call. I had to make that choice between something I said I was going to do, or something that I didn't think was going to be home. It was really difficult, and I hate that I had to choose. Plus that pop-n-lock dancer was pretty easy on my eyes and then it ended... :)
ReplyDeleteBy in my shoes do you mean, "Always in your room"? ;)