My friendship with Doc is one of them. We met when I was 17 and there hasn't been a day that's passed since where he hasn't been a part of my life even when I am throwing tantrums about varying things.
Yesterday we went to the local near his home and shared a bottle of red and I listened to him plead with me not to leave - to please reconsider my decision.
I fought back the tears that threatened to spill over and stood, rather sat firmly with him telling him that leaving was no longer a choice. My sanity depended on it.
As he always does he sighed and said "I understand"
number 2 will miss - Doccy
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