timing never was his forte. and patience was far from mine. together it was a recipe for disaster, but somehow we prevailed. we built our friendship on a foundation of awkwardness and drunken encounters that could dive no further down the road of humiliation than it had in the first week we knew each other. together we found solace in each other’s craziness, in each other’s oddness and in our shared drive for perfection. we were two strangers, united by lust and the unspoken need for companionship. i would always say: the road to the top is a lonely one. and he would always finish: and it’s even lonelier when you get up there. we lost touch when i fell in love; not by accident, but purposefully. how could i include him in my life knowing full well that my knees would buckle at a single call or text? we drifted apart, but never far.