The Mature Guy

I had this big fight with him and with her in 2004. I thought I'd lose them both. My boyfriend and my best friend.

Mature Guy. Literally because he was old and he had wisdom. That was what I saw in him then.

I ran to Mature Guy who I thought liked my neighbor at that time but I did not want to talk to anyone from school. I felt that the world was too small and that everyone knew about everything already.

We talked and he made everything alright. I cried a lot and he told me that those things happen for a reason. Everything seemed so right when the words came out of him. He was the perfect person for that so-far-from-perfect moment of my life.

I remember that was during my Christmas break. No classes, no extra-curricular activities. Nothing.

It was me, my neighbor, Mature Guy, my nephew and niece. We would do things here at home, go to the store, swim at the village pool, go to the park and just really be together.
 
At the time he was my ultimate hero. I had no one.

Of course, I let stupid things happen between us. That was starting to become my trademark. Crazy. Gross. Unreasonable.

When classes started, he came back and Mature Guy was out.
 
Mature Guy got so mad but I did not care about him anymore.

He's back. We're back. I got my best friend back a little after.