You stole my cheese puffs in Grade 1, I saved up pocket money and had remember to bring my money with on Friday to buy those cheese puffs... greedy little six year old punk.
You used to let me play with your Teenage Ninja Turtles and you used to play house house with me, you were always a useless dad.
You used to call me names at the gate while waiting to be picked up to go home. I used to sit up at night thinking of new names to call you.
You used to get off one stop earlier at the bus to walk with me home so we could exchange stories about our friends.
You used to walk to my house in the holidays and eat cheese sandwiches in my kitchen.
I listen to you call your ex-girlfriend names when she broke your fragile ego. I deleted her from my Facebook friends for you - stupid woman for letting you go I say.
I met your new girl - sometimes she was pretty, sometimes she wasn't, sometimes she was nice, sometimes she was aggressive, sometimes she was insecure, sometimes I sighed and smiled and pretended to be friendly - I knew it wouldn't last and then you would be back in my kitchen at midnight diluting the beer with coffee swearing her name under your breath.
I missed you when you found the girl of your dreams and spent all your free time on her. I wanted to jump into your arms and squeeze all the breath out of you to punish you for being busy. I can't, The girl of your dreams will give me a funny look.
I confess you were at times more interesting than what ever lame-ass guy I was dating at the time.
You are dear to me my Gareth. I feel a love for you. You're dearer than a brother because I can send you home at the end of the day. You're about as romantically viable as a your plastic molded six pack ripped Ninja Turtle Doll. But I miss you, Gareth.
Call me when your girlfriend isn't looking, we can do coffee and Ill punch you on the arm for growing up and still being the same old guy who made me eat sand and stole my precious cheese puffs.
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