My B-side

Pen-Pal

His letters are always laced with inside jokes, and drawings of fat men who I’ll supposedly marry or crazy-haired old ladies. We don’t write about music or love; very different from our normal conversation. Nevertheless, even the mundane everyday things seem significantly important. Most notably, in these letters we have an opportunity to discuss the religion that I love, the one he’s giving a pair of years of life to. For this he is my hero. I miss my argumentative friend (You can’t say things like that to missionaries, only words of encouragement.) I hadn’t realized that Dano by my own definition had morphed into my best friend. It must have happened in-between Red vs. Blue episodes or late night conversations on breaking molds or perhaps the reciting of Brand New lyrics…oh number 11. I have only one regret in regard to my first semester of life. I gave silent treatment to someone who will probably never deserve it. It prevented a real goodbye…or at least postponed it for two years. Even still, he calls me HIS hero; an endlessly amazing compliment. Even still, I was to be granted the James Dean poster!!!!! “I was gonna let you borrow my James Dean poster for 2 years, but then you got mad at me and we didn’t talk…but I was gonna do that so we’d be sure to meet up in 2 years!” I had won the James Dean poster…sad day.

posted by Melissa at 18:08