"Brother"

When I was young:

I remember being addicted to the internet, talking online to people I didn't know until the early hours of the morning. Having strangers calling me and talking for hours. It was a strange time. One of those people I met happened to be a rather nice older guy. One day we decided to meet, we had been chatting for a while but still it was a rather stupid thing to do, how did I know he would be who he said he was? But any way, I got lucky. Our friendship was one always based on fun and parties. I had recently broken up with my long time boyfriend and I had no one to go out with. And so we met. It was good, we got along, had a lot to talk about. I thought he was rather good looking but he was so much older than me and I didn't need a boyfriend, just a friend. And so thats what we became. I introduced him to my circle of crazy friends, parties and drugs. We had a good time while it lasted. But one day after too many drugs, in a small confined place for a long time, my other friend and I decided it was time to leave. By this time we were the best of friends. I introduced him to people as my brother and nearly everyone thought he was. My other great friend H had become great friends with my "brother" and this day hurt us both beyond what either of us thought possible. We were caught completely unawares by his explosion this day, though I suppose it had to come some day, I didnt think it would be this huge. So when it was finally time for us to leave, leave we did, H and I. I went to visit a guy I really liked and hadnt seen in ages (who I have been with since) and H went home to sleep. About an hour later I recieved a call from H crying, my "brother" had overreacted and called H telling her that we had deserted him in his time of most need and that he never wanted to see us again! I was like, Wah? So I called him and he went insane at me. Yelling and screaming that he had asked us to stay and chat, blah blah blah. Which was true. But we had been in that tiny room for 4 days straight with hardly any sleep or food and we had to leave! And so, we never saw him again. Although once I caught the bus from my house to the city and he was on it, this was about 6 months later, but the bus was packed so we couldnt really chat. At that time I really didnt want to, maybe if I had another chance now... but so much has changed. I dont even have his number any more, and it has been a year or so since any one I know has seen him... Maybe one day...