And I miss you

I met J at my first "real" job in Atlanta. We were inseparable from the start. We quickly became roommates and did everything together. It was a rather tumultuous friendship at times. He knows me better than anyone else has ever known me in my life. We can read each others minds. We can finish each others sentences. But at the same time, we fought. We were together too much. There were period where we worked together and lived together and were basically each other's only friend. It took a toll on our friendship. Things started getting really bad last year. Specifically, in my mind though he might think otherwise, when I started dating E. We really started fighting. We both thought that our friendship wasn't going to last. But it did. We moved into our own apartments and eventually began to have our own lives. We made new friends, we had different jobs. I thought things were going to be okay. But now when I call, he doesn't answer. When I invite him out, he doesn't want to go.

I guess we're in different phases in our lives. He's almost seven years older than I am. I still want to go out until the wee hours of the morn, while he wants to drink wine and try fancy restaurants with his boyfriend. I miss him. I miss having someone around who gets me. Someone who laughs at the same things that I laugh at. Someone who I can ask, "Will I like that restaurant?" and he'll know for sure yes or no. It's not because he has a boyfriend now that I don't see him. Or maybe it is. Eventually I'm going to stop trying. But I'll still miss him.