I used to work with an ultra-talented (and ultra-cute) guy. Over time, I grew to love him, despite knowing that we would never be together. One day, he announced that he had met someone in Atlanta, and seemingly days later, he was gone — after severing his friendships with me and a lot of other people. We were all shell shocked (and became a sort of club in the aftermath).
But I miss him a lot. I miss sharing an office with him. I miss taking long lunches, sometimes skipping off to see a movie. I miss chatting on the phone for hours, watching TV. I miss his smile.
I had a dream last night about him. I can’t quite remember what happened except that he was coming back. Then there was something about looking up his website. Well, I’d looked for him on the web before. I had always expected to find him because of his incredible talent — he had to be locatable, right? But no. Never could find his name on the net.
Until this morning.
Take a look at the great pop art from my [former] friend Paul Wolski.
I still miss him. A lot.
