I've known him since I was 16 years old. We met after a party I had at my house went aray. Shockingly the police were called and the next morning my dad found something not particularly legal (although it should be) in our bathroom cabinet. The morning our doorbell rang, his best friend stood on our porch with the hope of finding his lost treasure. My dad being the bad-ass that he was, sent said best friend running. Later that night, my phone rang. It was him. Our relationship began that day. We were instantly friends and soon inseparable. He told me he loved me after three months. I was 17 and my parents were going through an awful nasty horrible no fun divorce. At that time, love was a curse. Love was cruel. Love cheated and love left. Although I said it back to him, I knew deep down I wanted no part of it. A month later I broke his heart.
We found ourselves back together a year later. Unbeknownst to him, his mother had invited me to his high school graduation party and I decided to go. The moment I saw him, I knew what had happened in the past was exactly that. We would become friends again. Years passed and we remained in each others lives. He became my best friend and I his.
We found ourselves as roommates in Manhattan after college. Our apartment tiny, dirty, and old. Our friendship, strong as ever. I moved to the city on a whim of brokenheartedness and he was there to pick up the broken pieces. He showed me the city through it's food and I quickly found myself in love with it and in love with him. Our life together started shortly after his 23rd birthday and hasn't slowed down since.
9 years ago...
Happy Birthday Jonathon.
Our journey together over the past 17 years has been outstanding.
It's funny, but even back then, I always knew it was you.
Here's to 32 more years!!