Footprints on my Mind.

So tonight I went to Pier Village with my friend Brandon from High School. I have known Brandon since I was about 6 years old but we didn’t become “friends” till I was 16. 10 years of waves and the occasional “hey how are ya?”  until we became friends. I remember one of my first memories was with Brandon. It was my 6th birthday and I had my party at Dosiles Swim Club (everyone at one time had their birthday there) it was an indoor swimming pool where all the kids could play for hours with eachother.You weren’t allowed in the “deep end” until we  took the swim class. I was always afraid of the swim test, even though I had taken it at every Dosiles birthday party I went to. I guess the whole “showing off your skills infront of people” thing always got my nerves going. But at my party I wasn’t scared,I wasn’t even nervous. Brandon was at my party. At that time, he was just another classmate. I don’t remember ever really talking to him but in elementary school, if you didn’t  invite the whole class, you couldn’t invite anyone  from the class at all. It was a stupid rule. Now I believe the rule was put into effect was because the parents of the loser kids didn’t want their kid to be left out. I believe some would call me a loser because come sweet 16 time, I wasn’t invited to many. I didn’t care though honestly, buying dresses that you were only going to wear once was the stupidest thing I had ever heard.

Throughout my High School life, Brandon was always a constant supporter of me. He always cared about my opinion and I always cared about his. Well… until I started to like him as more then just “A friend.” Brandon is a good looking guy. He has long blonde hair and the most piercing blue eyes. Everyone says he looks like a character from the movie “The Blue Lagoon” but I have never seen the movie so I wouldn’t know. Brandon is a deep thinker. He thinks about why people do the things they do and other things that my uneducated brain cannot understand.

As I told him about the events that have gone on  in my life since he’s been away at school, he was unbelievably surprised on how I am still alive. Brandon is a simple guy on the outside but so complex that sometimes he doesn’t understand himself, on the inside. Maybe that was why I was so attracted towards him. He was a mystery. Brandon is now  more like my brother then “boyfriend material.”

As we walked down the beach, talking about life,our goals and religion of all things, I stopped and took a pictures of the footsteps in the sand  behind me. I started to skip around and make more footprints in the sand. I thought about if an artists came to the beach and made art out of all the footprints on the beach. I thought it would be so cool.. After looking at the picture when I got home, I thought about the stupid quote

“Real best friends leave footprints in your heart.”

When I looking at Brandon, I finally see this quote be true. Brandon is a REAL best friend. He has been in my life for a long time. Friend, no friend, he was always there. He is the brother I always wanted and never had. We may not always agree about things, but I don’t know where I’d be without him. He has been the supporter, the comforter, the protector. He may be a loser,a geek, a philosophical nerd and a man whore, but I wouldn’t want him any other way.

Tomorrow I’m going to see some of my friends from college. I kinda cant wait. I miss them already.




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