An Old Friend

I decided tonight to add a friend on my Myspace page. Moments later, I received a message from this friend asking where I was and what I was up to. And at this moment, I have just gotten off of a 46 minute phone call with him.

Kyle was one of my closest friends in Wichita Falls, while I was at school. I can't even explain why he meant so much to me. Our friendship was one that consisted equally of heavy nights of drinking and of deep conversations. Of sport events and movies. Of beer pong and road trips. But when I told him that I was going to be leaving Wichita Falls, our friendship came to an abrupt halt. It was one of the more saddening aspects of my time at Midwestern State University.

In our conversation, Kyle shared that he was moving to Dallas soon and that he was going to be attending UNT in the fall. The phone call broached topics of religion, politics, work, relationships and mutual admiration. Though I could probably fault Kyle for abandonment, I can't help but feel the same feeling he expressed that I attempted contact with him. I feel blessed that we spoke to one another. I feel blessed that our friendship might continue on and in a new and different direction.

Life is funny sometimes.

Until Next Time...