Brown Shadow

I was always compared to him all through elementary and junior high school, so much so when the comparison stopped, I continued it on my own. I measure myself at all he does. I believed every word he says. His lies were obvious, because they were filled with sarcasm, but I believed him. I miss him everyday I wish to ask him for advice every second that passes.... He's done so much for me in the shadows. I miss the old times when we'd talk more about growing up and being able to spend more time together.. Ironically it hasn't happened. Life got in the way. Priorities needed to be accomplished. I would love to return favors to him, but we're the same.We never admit defeat or ask for help. We push forward. We rarely share things with one another, but we have that unspoken understanding. A sixth sense, you can say.   It will be tough not to be around his presence anymore. And I know he feels the same way. I need to leave a memento. A blogged memento, something that he can read and laugh when ever he thinks of me and can't speak to me.