9 years

When he was 9, I was 2 months old.
When he was 18, I was 9.
But when I was 16, he was 25.
And we, became friends.
It's kind of weird. Like, what kind of people were we? Are we?
We would always have these little convos in the office. "Hey, how ya doin's" and "What you been up to's?"
Every so often, I'd notice in him, or he'd notice in me, a slight hint of distress. Which lead to the "What's wrongs" and "We can talk about it's."
I don't mean to toot my own horn but at 14 I was way to mature for my age. Made my mother's uncomfortable.
But, I was who I was.
So, when it came down to it. I was friends with older people.
And that's all we were, was friends.
Until that one day.
I hopped in the car and started singing with him. But it was so normal, you would have never known we had only known each other for a few months.
Then someone said those fatal words, "Y'all look so cute together."
That made our friendship weird for a few days.
And then after 2 years of talking, flirting, and working together... it happened.
Stop thinking nasty! We just kissed.
After that things got a little, friendly, friendly like.
But I realized something, I missed my friend.
So, after 2 more years of teasing each other we finally stopped everything.
It's been 2 years since I even looked at my friend that way and our friendship is stronger than ever.
But now he's 31, and I'm 22.
And we often talk about what made either one of us decide it was okay to fool around, after we said, we'd never cross that line.
There still is no answer, but it is for sure... we will not go back in that direction.

Love that guy.