Thirty Days of Blog, Day Nine

Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.


nineI had a friend named Leigh.

We met in high school, and saw a fair amount of each other because our moms had been friends when they were in high school and his dad and my mom worked at the same place.

He was one of those beautiful people that women fall over themselves to date! He was literally tall dark and handsome. And unlike a lot of guys, he stayed that way as he got older. In fact, he got hotter.

When we started hanging out, he was a year older than me, and I was a little infatuated with him, but we quickly became friends. And whilst we went to several movies and parties together, we never actually dated. He had girlfriends, and most of them didn’t like me much, but we stayed friends.

We didn’t finish high school together, his family moved to a small town, but we continued to write to each other for years.

When I found out I was pregnant, he was one of the first people I called.

When he went to do his military service we continued to write to each other, and I took great pleasure in sending him letters covered in hearts and perfume because he would have to do push ups and all sorts of things to get his mail! And when he had time off, he’d visit us.


When he finished his military service and started working, we kept contact for a long time, but our letters and calls grew less and less.

When he met his wife, he called me- very excited- to tell me about her. He still lived fairly far from me, but we made plans to meet for dinner. She was not at all keen. She eventually agreed to visit when he told her I was living with a boyfriend…

We met, and I liked her, but our contact grew more and more infrequent.

When he called me to tell me he’d married her I was more than a little upset with him for not inviting me to his wedding, as were his other friends, and it became clear to me then that his wife was not going to allow him to stay friends with me.


I saw him once, many years later, when he and his wife went through a bad patch- but when they got back together I didn’t see him again.


I often wonder how he is and I have many fond memories of our friendship.


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7 thoughts on “Thirty Days of Blog, Day Nine

  1. Its a beautiful friendship when you remember it with sadness. The hugs that were so fequent turn into a brisk cool peck on the cheek. Not because you no longer care, but because the situation has changed. The frequent phonecalls turn into christmas cards. And before you know it, they’ve gone. …
    .-= Olivia´s last blog ..Still £950 – Film Fest =-.

  2. This is so sad. But then, there are very few women who don’t perceive a long-time (female) friend of their new spouse’s to be a threat…
    .-= MeeA´s last blog ..Oh! By The Way =-.

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