An reflection on an ambiguous friendship

“I’ve known him for half my life.” I told the waiter at my favourite restaurant when he asked what we were and how we knew each other.

We met when we were 16, I don’t remember how and when. My memories of him were mostly made up of watching from the sidelines of the football field, wondering how I could be as good as him. I always knew he was special, but not in the way the rest of them were…

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