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My father was in the military. Because of that we moved around quite a bit. Although I was born in America, my earliest memories are of Cuba. My mother got a part time job at some point, and hired the wife of my father's work friend to babysit me. Her son became my best friend. When the Cuban bases got shut down (For dependents, at least) both of our families were relocated to Puerto Rico. We eventually both moved stateside, and were separated. About two years into that, our families arranged for us to visit each other. Each trip was one year apart. After that, they moved to Japan, we moved to california, and we never saw each other again. We talked once in highschool, very briefly on the phone after being connected via myspace.
Looking back, I don't really know why he was my best friend. I don't remember what we did all in all, just childish nonsense only 4 year olds can get up to. I just remember him saying I was his best friend too. After my mother, I'm pretty sure he was the first person I ever loved and that just imprinted deeply on me.
I recently made a facebook account just to reach out to him. We didn't have a very long chat, but he told me that he just always looked back at me as his 'best friend'. He said something to the effect that I taught him how to be a friend.
I honestly don't remember life before him. But I also don't remember very much about him, and I'm sure a lot has changed. I'm a little scared to have a full conversation with him.
