For as long as I can remember, my one true dream has been to have a house with a library. Over the past 10 years I have lived in nine cities. None of them have been ‘home’. But with each city my book collection continued to grow. Last month, I gave all my books away.
There are many reasons why the last relationship I was in ended. And for a long time after the breakup I tired them all on. It took me a long time to be truly honest with both myself and those who took the time to ask.
My last relationship was challenged many factors. But ultimately it ended because I wasn’t happy.
Almost three years ago I met a man named Dave. Eighteen months ago he died. I have a million and one regrets. I regret never saying good bye. That he died alone. That I never even really got to understand his life.
In the final scene of the 1986 film Stand By Me, the narrator signs off with the line “I never had any friends like the ones I had when I was 12…. does anyone?” Though Stand By Me has long been one of my favourite films, it wasn’t until the last few years that I’ve come to value the sentiment of those words. Do any of the friends you make in your adult years ever come close to sharing the bonds you enjoyed with the friends you grew up with?