Here is my toast to you, which I’d give on a New Year’s Eve that you probably can’t spend with me anymore.
I was a very good swimmer. My headfirst dives were really something to look at, once I got them down of course. I’ve heard it said that it is bad to jump into things you are scared of, especially headfirst. I am actually very afraid of pool drains for anyone who doesn’t know me that well; I am very used to jumping into scary things. That’s not for everyone, except for me and I guess you too. What I was not good at was learning when to stop my laps. You and me? You stop laps a little sooner than you should, and I lag until my head hits the wall and you’re already gone. We’ve had a lot to say and a little time to think and frustrations with our lane-sharing-lapping, but at the end of the day I always wish my best friend was next to me, no matter how bad the disagreement. Oh, but friends, this time, we aren’t even swimming in the same pool! One of us got lost on the way to the race and I have no clue whether we will ever be diving into the same scary pool again. So here is a toast to the person I most love to compete in life beside. I think that I hope we get to swim in the same lane again.
