No one seems very interested in his in real life. they seem to think i'm disproportionately sad or something
About a year ago my Mum rang me up and told me my childhood best friend had died of cancer at the age of 49. We had both long moved away from our home village so my Mum only found out second hand from someone who remembered always seeing us together arm in arm around the place.
She was a very vibrant, charismatic, beautiful person; everyone wanted to be her friend, but it was always me, from our first day at school to when we gradually drifted apart after University, so maybe 20 or so years of my life.
I was a fairly shy kid, and she did boss me about quite a bit, but she always, always looked out for me. I suppose we knew things about each other that no one else will ever know.
And that's it really. I hadn't even seen her for about 20 years. I didn't know she was ill or about the funeral or anything. But I'm sitting here now with tears running down my face cos I really, really loved her when I was young. And, like the song, I always thought I see her once again.