When I was in grade 3 there was this boy that I became best friends with. For privacy reasons I will call him Gilbert. We stayed friends up to grade 6 and then the friendship was forced to end because he moved away in another province. Before he moved away he made me promise that we would find a way to find each other when we would be grown up. I was devastated when I learned that he was moving away. We would discuss sandbox issues at school, always complimented me on my dresses that my mother made for me, had empathy that I had to wear dresses because I wanted to climb trees etc. We always hold hands when we discuss everyday issues and a few times he had to rescue me from a boy that wanted to kiss me.
Gilbert was a very gentle boy but a brat. He couldn't sit still on a chair when we were at a theathre. He would crawl under his seat and crawl in between rows and pull the girls long hair. luckinly at the time I had short hair but then I would have punch him. That whole hair pulling thing went on everysince I knew him. He couldn't help himself from torturing those girls and I had to rescue him from punches a few times.
Anyways to make a long story very short after 36 years of being apart I will have the opportunity of taking him out for coffee or a meal probably this weekend if it works out. I learned that he traveled the world and he is cute. Okay handsome and he is a very good singer. He hasn't answered me if he still has this long hair fetish.
Part of me feels very silling for being so aggressive in keeping the promise of our past and a large part of me really wants to see my best friend of the heart.
------------- dianefromcanada
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