Oh, stupid song. Get out of my head.
Terry and I spent what was our last night at Nallen's tonight. It wasn't the same. Did I tell you that he spent a few weeks in Texas and that he thinks his marriage is worth a'savin'? This is incredibly good news for him and sickeningly bad news for me.
Terry is one of those friends who I cannot imagine going a whole day without. I don't have many of those. People like me, people who have serious problems forming attachments to people, people like me who are absolutely scared to death of loving anyone, we don't take the Terry's in our lives lightly.
Terry is the guy who knows exactly who I am with all the layers peeled away. He is the one who I never bother to say that I am OK to, because he knows it's bullshit and would never accept it. I can, like, cry and shit in front of him and it's alright. He gets me, and I think he gets me simply because he is interested enough to bother to try and get me.
He buys me great birthday presents, we read the same books, we love the same bars, we adore the same music, and on Tuesday we will live in different time zones. I am heartbroken.
So, goodbye, old friend. Good god I will miss you. I will miss you the way people miss each other in movies and on TV. I hope it all works out the way you want it to, but you know what? If it doesn't, we'll all be right here, just waiting for you to come home.