I did not make all the right choices.

My best friend ever from when I was growing up said something to me the other day that really made me stop and think.

“You and I grew apart b/c you made all the right choices and I made all the wrong choices.”

We made different choices, certainly, but I don’t think that either of us were right or wrong. There are plenty of things that I have done that were not right at all.

Regardless, I am sure that he is right that it was the choices we made were those that helped us to grow apart. While I wouldn’t change any of the choices that I made, I would like to still be close with my BFF.

We started out as trumpet rivals. My mom has a “legendary” story that she likes to tell everyone about the first time I cursed. It was the day that we played our scales and a certain piece of music to determine our chair rankings in band. Yes, I know, I was a geek.

On all the other days, I easily beat my friend, we will call him Biggie. But! On that day, he was victorious. I was MAD. I was so mad, that when I got home, I threw open the door, dropped my trumpet case and exclaimed, “That damn Biggie BEAT ME!!”

Then I picked up my trumpet and went up to my room to practice until I was confident that this wouldn’t happen again.

This friendship lasted through a lot of stuff. Middle school, high school, love, coming out of the closet, birth, death, everything that makes a good movie.

But all good movies have an end and this one came soon after my family moved to Florida. Biggie came to visit me one time, but after that we kinda drifted.  It wasn’t anyone’s fault, it just happened.

Enter facebook.

One of the things I was looking forward to most when I joined facebook was finding Biggie. I have been on facebook for about three years now, with no luck. In December, he finally found me! YAY!

So, while it is not exactly like we picked up where we left off, at least I know he is ok and maybe we won’t lose each other again.