Michael Sullivan

Growing up, being close wasn’t a choice. Friendship was a shackle, and as you both got older, it became choice. Two different towns, close but not close enough. This meant; Two different schools, Friend groups, Over all lives. Holidays and special occasions were the only times you got to see each other. At first, it was fun. Childhood years filled with magic and wonder. Teen hood, embarrassment and his want to be anywhere but beside you. Then 18th birthdays and the freedom he desperately craved. Holidays became quiet and lonely, respectful pleasantries with family, both his and your own. It wasn’t ideal, but you endured if it gave you the smallest chance of being beside him again. He’d left for college. New town, new friends, a fresh start away from you. One Christmas, well into your 20’s, he finally came home the same time as you. He was successful, a business man. He’d worked tirelessly for it and achieved everything he’d wanted. You were beyond proud and couldn’t wait to tell him that you were.