Thursday, October 7, 2010

"We never really knew eachother"


A few weeks ago, I had a quick realization about how fast time had gone by. It started on facebook. While checking my recent notifications, a small chat window popped up at the bottom of my screen. It was Andy, someone I had been in on and off contact with for years. We shared small conversation- he was returning somewhere overseas from leave and I hadn't seen him in over 5 years. Sure, we had choppy conversations over messenger and txt but it never went beyond that since we had graduated high school and moved on to other things.
We caught up on things like who we were dating, what we were up to etc. and Andy said something to the likings of "I guess we never really knew eachother". This shocked me. Sure we had lost touch over the past few years but never knew each other? I immediately said something like "well we never saw each other much but we did talk on the phone a lot when we were younger", Andy agreed but continued to insist that he never really KNEW me.
Over 10 years ago, I was in middle school at a track meet. I noticed this small weird boy from another school following me around and my friend started to tease me about it. Little did I know, my friend thought this was so hilarious and told this boy that I would love to be his girlfriend and gave him my phone number (without me knowing). The following day I was flooded with phone calls from this odd boy, who sadly thought I was his girlfriend. Being 12, I made it clear to this boy, rather matter-a-factly, that this was a mistake and I was not interested. However, it was too late. Turns out this kid had told a handful of his friends that I was his girlfriend and gave my phone number to them as well. Thus more phone calls came my way, with prepubescent boys asking if I was really 'Ben's girlfriend'. After ensuring them that this was not the case, I continued to get phone calls from one of Ben's friends, Andy.
For over a year, a few times a week, I would speak with Andy on the phone for hours (you know, teenagers have a knack for doing that with ease). We never met face-to-face because he lived an hour away (which when you are young and without transportation, that's like in a different country). I think we both had crushes on each other but were not able to really do anything about it because of the distance, oh and the fact we didn't know what the other looked like. Almost every other day I would run home from school to wait for the phone to ring and the reliable voice of Andy on the other end. We would fantasize about when we would go to the same college and be roommates (yes, I know this is weird, but remember we were full of hormones at this point). I remember writing Andy letters (this was sort of before I utilized email) and sending pictures of me along with the letter. I would always hesitate on which picture to send but try to find the prettiest, most flattering one of me. I never received any mail or pictures from Andy.
One day, Andy informed me that his basketball team would be playing my junior high school's team at my school! I was incredibly nervous to meet him in person for the first time and looking at his basketball team, I had no idea as to which one was Andy. I sat alone on the bleachers waiting for one of the guys (presumably Andy) to come up to me. A few did, but none of them were Andy. Someone pointed him out to me and he continued to avoid me, I think he was shy, but at that time I panicked, wondering if he thought I was ugly. He finally came up to me and we had our first face-to-face conversation, I finally had a face to associate my long distance friend. The next few years we continued to speak over the phone, but rarely saw each other. Even when I had boyfriend or he had a girlfriend. we still continued our phone relationship-even into high school.
Infrequently, Andy would call and say he was in my town and we would meet up, sometimes at the park or after his tennis match. One day he even popped in at a diner I was working at to my surprise. One summer, he drove up to my hometown for the day to take me on our first date together, to a movie where he put his arm around me and we kissed for the first time. But that was all there ever was between us, distance, infrequent visits and countless phone calls. Sometimes we would fight on the phone or online like boyfriend & girlfriend, and I recall several times where we told each other that one day, when we are in the same town, we would date. That never happened. We lost touch the last two years of high school and we went on with our separate lives. I went to college, he went into the military. We would txt or chat online when we had time but that wasn't very often, especially since Andy was in the Middle East fighting a war.
We both met other people and lived separate lives. Which landed us at the previously mentioned chat on facebook that one morning. Andy made a point, we hadn't spent much time together, in fact, over the ten years we had known each other, we had only spent about .0013% of the time in the same room. But I have to disagree with the fact that we never really knew each other--
I knew Andy before I had ever knew what he looked like, I had more hours of phone conversation with him over the last 10 years than any other person. He was the first boy to tell me I was beautiful. I once cried to him over a stupid breakup with one of my countless boyfriends, I yelled at him when things weren't going exactly how it was supposed to, and we shared meaningless thoughts about the most random things but we listened to each other. At one point I knew Andy, I was close to him. Maybe not now, but I did. I may not know his family or his favorite food, but I know a part of Andy. And in retrospect of who I used to be, I know a part of me, that naive 12 year old girl, devoured every moment of conversation with Andy, and loved the relationship we used to have.
It is unsettling that Andy doesn't think he ever knew me, especially when I recall such great moments with him...but at the same time, I feel assured that I, at least, knew Andy and I know I shared a lot about myself with him, so maybe it is his loss that he doesn't remember those times or chose to remember our 'innocent' years. But I have to thank him for those memories and wish him the best in his future endeavours.

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