Every years since before I can remember, my parents have brought me to this party that's held by a doctor. He is by far the coolest doctor I have ever met, if you saw him walking down the street you'd think he was a hippy.
About four to five years ago met this guy named Andrew at the party, he was going to teach me how to play monopoly, instead he gave me 'life advice', or that's what we told my mother. In reality he told me a story about how he got drunk one night with his buddies, than the next morning he woke up bare ass naked on the hood of his friends car. Yeah, life advice.... I still don't know why he told me that, I don't know if he wanted to give me the mental image or what... ( I still don't know how to play monopoly).
I kept seeing him year after year, we'd end up talking and spending a few hours together. I didn't realize until two years ago that it was the same guy, I don't know I just never connected the dots.
Anyway, I missed going last year, and I've been wondering how he's been. He's always been in the back of my mind, just little things would remind me of him and I'd wonder how he was doing. When I talked to him last things weren't going so great, him and his dad were having troubles, and he was still getting over his mom passing away.
So I tried looking him up on FaceBook and just couldn't find him for the life of me. But, I've finally done it, I've found him. He looks like he's doing good, and for the first time in my life, I actually shed a few happy tears.
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It's kind of funny though, because I just can't bring myself to talk to him. I'm nervous, what if he thinks I'm a creeper for trying so hard to find him. Or what if he doesn't remember me? I'm being so foolish right now, it's almost funny.