I was getting my nails done today, scrolling thru Facebook and right there on my suggested friends was Robbie. I was excited to see his smiling face! I’ve missed him so much. I can’t believe it’s been 27 years.
I met him when we were 10. I had always felt close to him but I don’t know why. I told him everything and I cared what he thought of me. I’ve rarely cared what anyone thought of me. I especially don’t care, now.
His dad worked for the railroad and he was transferred to the Midwest when we were 17. To the middle of no where.
The last time I saw him, we were 19. He drove through our old neighborhood and Luke and Austin saw him at the store and invited him over. He was driving around the country aimlessly in his VW van. He had this wild, curly long brown hair. Robbie was never one to want to fit in. He did what he wanted when he wanted but he was never a jerk about it. He was always the class clown.
I was so happy to see him. I took Beau to my parents so they could watch him and when I went back to Luke’s, Robbie was just….gone. No goodbye.
I’ve messaged his brother Parker a few times over the years to tell Robbie hello and to give him my number but nothing ever came of it.
I messaged him to say hello. He’s never been married and has no kids. He lives 6 hours north of me.
He is good handsome, too. 6’4″, short hair and full of tattoos. I’m glad he cut his hair.
He’s going to make some woman very happy if he ever settles down. He is the sweetest guy.
He has worked in the food industry and played in bands for twenty years. He has led a crazy life but he says he mellowed out about four years ago. Now he is a conductor for the railroad.
He asked called him and we talked until my phone died! I’m so glad I found him again.