Ryan

Ryan.  Oh, here’s another long one.  What can I say about Ryan?  Well, he’s cute, funny, great to argue with, a terrific guitar player . . .

We’ve been friends since just before my fifteenth and his sixteenth birthday.  I didn’t realize the first time I invited him over that I’d invited him over on his birthday!  Lol.  His is the 20th of July.

He hasn’t always been there for me.  My junior year, he kept insisting he didn’t want to hear about my “dramas,” and such.  But since then, he’s listened about the past, the present, and given me some really great advice about stuff.  He’s helped me through God only knows how many things, and been one of th anchors that kept me sane.

I never knew that he considered me to be such a close friend until two years ago, when he wrote in my birthday card that I was one of his best friends.

Ryan’s had some tough things hapen to him in life, as anyone who knows anything about my first novel can guess.  But he’s overcome them and in such a way that he still has his faith and beliefs in religion and such.  He’s come a long way since I first met him.  When we were younger, he wouldn’t try much of anything that he couldn’t already do.  He wouldn’t really try new things.  I mean, I love to rollerblade, ice skate, etc., but try to get him to do any of that, and heck no!  Instant opposition.  But not the past few years.  We’ve been ice skating several times, roller skating once at a rink, and roller blading around my neighborhood.  I’m also really proud of him for something else.  My junior year, Ryan and I had plans to perform at the Strawberry Festival.  (Sort of an outdoor concert thing at a church.)  But, he backed out on me.  Yet, for the past two years, I think it is, he’s played guitar for me while I’ve sung.  It was awesome, except last year I was sick, and couldn’t sing as well as I normally could.  Sigh.  That sucked.  But, oh well.  There’s always next year for us.  🙂

Ryan says that after he finishes up the college that he’s at now, he’s going to move to the midwest.  I don’t want him to go, I freely admit.  I’m really going to miss him if he does go.  I know I have no real bearing on his decision to go or not, but I wish he’d stay.  I couldn’t stand having another long distance friendship.  Especially if this one went down the tubes, too.  He says that it won’t, but I don’t know.  I worry anyway.

I don’t want to lose Ryan.  As I’ve said earlier, he has a unique ability to help a person laugh about their problems.  Maybe he doesn’t actually help fix them, maybe they’re still as major, and still upsetting, but you know what?  He’s helped you laugh at them.  And just doing that makes all the problems feel a little lighter.

I love Ryan.  Not as anything more than a best friend.  But I love him.  He’s been there for me, I’ve been there for him, and I hope that we’ll be able to say that for years to come.

–Notes–

yellow on grey isn’t very appealing, but i like the grey on blue! whatever floats your boat =)