11 Years...

If someone told me back then, “you won’t be friends with him in 11 years time”, I’d have laughed in their face and called them a liar. But you knew that.

The simple fact is, you played a prank on me that  backfired on you. As children, we don’t realise that from the earliest point, our friends affect us. We used to pretend to be spies, super heroes… we even created a game for our group, remember? The Spy Game… and we were all brothers and sisters. 

What happened?

Life. You don’t realise when you’re young that effort is a key role in relationships, and yet we all went to different schools, made new friends, yet the two of us were okay! We were as great as the sea and the moon, churning in unity like the lunar cycle; inseperable. 

Locking me in your garage was a bad idea. Small spaces are an enemy of mine now; crammed elevators in particular. Anxiety raises itself from its dormant slumber and presents me with two bandanas; red for fight, white for flight. You didn’t even pick up on the signs that you did me wrong as it was still a joke to you. 

I look at your Facebook page and you seem to have become the person you always wanted to be and so am I. You’re still into comics, as I’m still accustomed to their films…

But you’re Captain America and I’m Iron Man. We’re just too different now.