[THE PROLOGUE]
So it all started back in the early prepubescent years of my being, I was thrust into the hands of a woman who was to care for me during the hours my parents could not. Her son, I had yet to meet, had arrived from home one day after school, to find me playing Pokemon Emerald. He asked what game, as I told him, he told me that's what he is playing.
THUS BEGINNING THE LIFE CHANGING BOND OF FRIENDSHIP NEVER FORGOTTEN
[PART TWO - A GREAT SEPERATION]
So as our friendship boasted itself upon many others, we were of young and subtle fortitude. It was to my great demise to find out, that approximately four years before now, and two after our meeting, he was to move an hour away to El Dorado Hills to his grandfather's home. We were of certainty that our friendship would decline, when we tried within our best efforts to keep in contact. He had began to lose patience and general internet service, when we stopped communicating.
[THE WHITE OUT (no homo)]
A year had passed since the beginning of the coping of a loss. We had seemed to have forgotten eachother day to day and one day, he decided to pay me a call. I heard that his mother was renting the house to someone, thus furthering her weekly visit towards our neighborhood.
[A PLAN OF forget]
After such, we began saving up for gas. Most kids of our age had spent their hard currency on toys and stuff. Not us, for we had the will stronger than before. We grew closer after this long division, and in turn, we were better friends than anyone could imagine.
[THIS BRINGS US TO NOW]
Today, nare I say yesterday, he had spent the night, and today was the day in which he would be going home. My father decided to take him home, as we spent the illiberating car ride drawing and playing games. Whilst my dad and his mom were conversing, he led me to his room, which, the impact of nostalgia from the scent of his home and the sight of his toys and room in which he had maintained just as if we were in 5 years ago sent me into an climaxic spree of tears. Afterwords, we were playing PS3 and discussing ritual things, when he pulled out his iPod and said, "Jeremy... I-I am a brony," to which I almost shat myself. He continued, "You probably don't know what that is, but it's a thing I ha-" I cut him off with a, "HOLY SHAT I AM A BRONY TOO"
[THE END MOTHER forgetERS]
TL;DR
My best friend since we were little stuffs has told me that he is a brony, so I told him the same.
