It’s strange to think our relationship grew from hate.
Well, maybe not as intense as “hate.” “Loathing” is close.
Topher’s girlfriend and I were good friends – the kind that watched ONE TREE HILL together. He didn’t appreciate this, but we grew on one another nevertheless.
Watching B-roll of us work together, Topher acting in a web series pilot I wrote, me directing him, it’s easy to forget the long silences in the morning. That we sometimes go whole days without saying a word to one another.
I don’t like the way he does the dishes.
He doesn’t like that on many Friday nights, I’d rather hole up and be miserable than go out and meet people.
In another five or 10 years from now, if one of us blows up, it’s going to be too easy to look at these pictures and say, “it was meant to be.” I might not resist the urge to reduce our history to a single uplifting headline. I’ll romanticize our past with glazed eyes: prom night cigars, Indian Casinos and a summer of basements and poker chips, the never-ending stretch of asphalt leading to Los Angeles.
Not yet though. Today I want to get it while it’s real. So here it is:
I love working with my friend, Topher.
I don’t know if there’s a happy ending waiting for either of us.
But we’re working on it.
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Photos Credit: Deep Sherchan
