A Friend from far away

His name was Raymond but he preferred being called 'Ray' by his closest pals because according to him, Ray sounded much more cool and befitting for a handsome hot guy like him.

He was also funny, smart, and very thoughtful. We sat in the car for a very long time and while at it, I unburdened my heart to him in a way I had never done with anyone, not even with Catherine.

He was very understanding and occasionally rubbed my back gently while I was ranting to him. We took a walk thereafter while he devoted his time to telling me stories that made me laugh so hard like never before. Before long, I was feeling like a different person and there were little or no troubled memories left from the previous event.

As we drove home, Ray played Johnny Drille's songs and we sang along at the top of our voices. I found out that we had similar tastes in music and a whole lot of other things.

When we got to the driveway that led to our apartment, he stopped the car, turned off the music, and started