Bill OH Bill Where Art You? (Freestyle #11)

I miss Bill. He’s like my surrogate boyfriend. We’ve never kissed or even cuddled. He’s just always there for me. Anytime I need a date for things, he’s there. He has a permanent invitation to family dinners, especially those involving lobster.
Since the beginning of the semester, I’ve barely seen him. It’s hard as hell to go from seeing one of your best friends at least every day to not seeing him at all, it was like I had moved to Philadelphia all over again. About a month ago I finally confronted him about why he never wanted to hang out. He said that he needed time to “be his own person.” I respected that and gave him his space.
Monday night I saw him at Wal-Mart and he actually seemed receptive to hanging out. Last night I logged on to Yahoo Instant Messager and before I could even see who was on, Bill popped up and apologized, admitting that he had been a major asshole as of late. We ended up having this great conversation as to why everything that has been happening has been happening.
I understand his needs more now and we’re hanging out on Sunday. I’m uber happy. I love those conversations that are a long time coming and intense. As long as I don’t have to start them. So this is my reason for being happy regardless of the fact that I had to get up before I wanted this morning.