She sat there with long, waist length black hair, soft brown eyes and a smile on her face. It had been a few years since I had last seen her, but I had no trouble recognizing who she was. Allie Kay, the best selling novelist and my former best friend, sat at the table at the very end of the café I was in. I wondered if I should go up and say hi, but then a group of people, presumably her friends entered and sat at her table and I lost my nerve.
Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey…
Seeing her brought back a string of memories. As I sat there, sipping my coffee, I began to take a trip down memory lane. It had begun back in the eighth grade. She had her seat switched to a one that was right beside me.
We became friends by constantly annoying each other. I’d constantly nick her stuff and hide it and vice versa. We’d trade insults, tickle each other and run around the school chasing each other. Among all this chasing and name calling, we slowly developed a bond.
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there’s time to change, hey, hey
We soon became the best of friends. Even after talking all day at school, we’d go home and talk online or spend hours on the phone. I felt that she sometimes I knew her better than I knew myself. She was on board with my weirdness, even told me once that she’d be worried if I wasn’t being weird. I felt like I could tell her everything. I felt closer to her than I had felt to anyone else before.
Eighth, ninth and tenth grade went by like this. However, she left school and went abroad after that. That’s when things began to change.
I’d knock her on Facebook, but hardly get any replies. She’d leave me on seen or simply, not see my message. I understood that she was busy, but it hurt when she’d ignore me online and be posting and sharing stuff on facebook. Months went by like this.
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey
She did come back for winter and summer vacations though. By the time she came back, I had accepted the fact that I wasn’t really a part of her life abroad. When we met up, she seemed pretty much the same person — hugging and annoying the hell out of me. However it wasn’t entirely the same. I no longer felt like I could go ahead and tell her everything. I guess time changes things.
As the years passed, things got even worse for us. We started college, both of us in different countries. She began to start write her books. They were instant hits. Between college and her writing, she barely had time for me. I was immensely happy for her and her newfound stardom, but was sad that it kept her busy all the time.
We barely saw each other anymore. The last time I ran into her, I could barely say hi without feeling awkward about the fact that we hadn’t talked in so long. That had been around two years ago. I no longer knock her on facebook, call her or ask to meet up. From best friends we had become people who occasionally liked each other’s profile pictures.
Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated
The waitress asking me for the bill, brought me back to the present day. Allie’s table was now flooded with excited fans, asking her for a picture or an autograph. I wondered if I should go up and talk to her. We had been best friends at one point, right? Maybe she missed me, maybe she’d be happy to see me. Then again, it had been a really long time since we had last seen each other. She probably had other friends now, people richer, brighter and way more successful and talented than me. I wonder if she even remembered me anymore.
Tell me, did you fall from a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?
I got up from my table and began to walk towards the door of the café. As I approached her table, I slowly began to raise my voice in an attempt to say hi. But then, at the last moment, my anxiety got the better of me and I did not manage to get the word out. With my head held low, I pushed open the door and left.