Just before I rested my head on his chest, I stared at his face and had the biggest smile on my face I could hardly contain it. This was the moment I’ve dreamt of since we were kids. I’ve always liked him but just never had the heart to tell him.
His family loved me and adores us as friends. In fact, our parents knew that we had a very special friendship. We did almost everything together. My heart would grow ever so miserable each time we spent moments apart.
I probably went to every single one of his soccer games and track meets at school and he came to all of my music concerts and speech contests. We were very supportive of one another. Even our families grew close because of our special friendship.
I refer to our friendship as special because it was none like I experienced with the other kids in our leafy neighbourhood. We celebrated each other’s birthdays and spent all the special holidays together, except for Christmas, which was always a time of great depression for me. Even the late night lengthy calls didn’t really make up for the fact the he was just not there. I wanted him close by, with me; especially at a time like Christmas. But, our families always had this silly idea that we had to go on family vacations every Christmastime. I cursed them for it. I just wanted to be with him.
As we grew older and reached the final year of high school, things became weird between us. We had our very first argument and it troubled me. We were still very close and were at each other’s company for most of the time, but my anxiety was however brought about by the fact that we started having dissimilar interests. I thought we had both agreed that we’d study medicine and start a private practice together; even though he wanted to be a gynecologist and me, a psychotherapist.
Now when he said to me he was trying to get into the Sports Management Programme, I just didn’t understand that and I blew the proverbial fuse.
“What the hell do you mean a ‘Sports Management Program’? For all of our lives we had both resolved that we’d both go into Med School. So now where do I fit in in your sports management nonsense?” I said, rather incensed. I was very angry. It was as if he’d told me he’s dying or something. My anger dissolved into an overwhelming emotion and misery set it. I sobbed. I saw my future with him disappearing right before my very own eyes and I had no control of it. I cried for a very long time as I curled myself up on his bed. He finally inched in closer, lifted my head up and told me he was only kidding. Eyes swollen, I looked up at him. He sat down alongside me, put my head down on his chest and calmed me down and I deeply exhaled and released all of that pent up emotion.
I lifted my head up again, stared in his face for the longest time and just before I rested my head on his chest again I had the biggest smile on my face I could hardly contain it. I wanted to kiss him and the voice in my head told me to go for it. Just as I inched closer him, suddenly a strange buzzing sound rang so loudly I instantly shot up. I opened my eyes and looked around me. He was not there. Just like that, he was gone!
It turned out it was only but a dream. This moment with Trevor was only a stupid dream. I was very disappointed. I thought my moment had finally come.
…the story continues…