70 - x365 Stacy B

Stacy Stacy Stacy.
I'm still not sure how it happened, but sometime between grade eleven and grade twelve you declared me your best friend. you were one of my MOST fun friends in high school - you were always ready to ditch to go shopping, or to go cruising at 2 am on a school night. You told me once, that you had never masturbated, and i laughed in your face. "Never?" You were sexually active at a young age...and looking back now - its possible that you were telling me the truth, to which i can only say....God, i hope you do it now.

You were an energy sponge, and an attention seeker - and i put up with it because you were fun. You somehow always managed to break a bone, or lock your keys in your car, or have some other crazy maladie fall on you.

You started dating T, and you changed in the blink of an eye. When you went to visit him on the pipeline after graduation, i moved out of my parents house and into an apartment with Pam before you could ask me. I knew i'd never be able to live with you - i'd probably kill you. Somehow, i wasn't shocked when after you called me from Ontario crying because i didn't move in with YOU...you called a few weeks later to tell me you were pregnant, and getting married.

You followed in your mother's footsteps, and i was sad because you had so many things you wanted to do. Now, when i see you - i don't know who you are, or what your life has been like. i'm afraid to ask. I want to know, but i don't want to 're-connect' with you, and i think THAT makes me a bad person.