12th October, only 214 days to go!
I have read lots of these threads now so figured I would give it a shot! Hope I don't bore anyone!
A bit of our History.
H2b and I first met at the young and tender age of 14, introduced by a mutual friend. We hung out a few times, spent a bit of time together, but not much arose from then onwards. I have vivid memories of when I first met him, (no-one could possibly NOT notice him) He had dyed his hair, which hung in "curtains" around his eyes, bleach blonde a couple of weeks before, but the following day he had gone into school where a friend had, in jest, attacked his hair with a purple bingo dabber! (to this day I still wonder why 14 year old lads walk around with bingo dabbers in their back pockets, but never mind!) He'd gone home and tried to wash the ink out of his hair, hut it had stained it a slight shade of pink. His hair, coupled with his glasses which also had a pink tinge to them, rightfully earned him the nickname "pinky" (he himself has not quite decided whether his love of the colour pink came before or after this fact)
Anyway, eight years passed, as I moved a grand total of ten times in about 5 different towns, over 3 countys, H2b stayed put in the same place he had always called home. For me, those eight years were very difficult. I left home on my 16th birthday, and never really found a place to call "home" (hence all the moves) I found myself spiralling into a deep depression, meaning I was uncapable of work or pretty much any social interaction. I found myself living 75 miles away from all my friends and family. However, I eventually got the help that I needed and was close to pulling myself out the other side when disaster struck and my flat was broken into and vandalised.
The next day I just so happened to be speaking to an old school friend on FB, she knew of my battles in the past with mental health and asked if I would mind speaking to a friend of hers as he was going through something similar. "His name is Ben" she typed "But we all know him as pinky"
Of course I assured her that I would speak to her friend. A few emails later and we decided it ws neccessary that we talked on the phone. and boy did we talk! (later that month I had a £135 phonebill to prove it!!!) We talked about life, where we had been since school, our families, our friends, favourite movies, interests. You name it, we discussed it.
I told him about the break in at home and how much trouble I was having trying to face it, he sympathised and seemed angry that someone would do such a thing. When we finally got off the phone at around 6am, I drifted off to sleep with the biggest smile on my face.
The next day (afternoon, because as I noted, it was 6am before we got off the phone) I had a text message from pinky telling me to meet him at my local train station in twenty minutes. Confused, and looking like death warmed up, I scurried thru the ransack that was my flat and tried to find some clean and undamged clothes. I rushed to the train station and arrived just in time to see H2b walking out the station doors. I recognised him immediately. His hair was shorter now, and it was his natural light brown colour. But that pink tint in his glasses was still there.
Curiously, I asked what he was doing here, and would you believe it? Like my own knight in shining armour, he had travelled 70odd miles to come and help me clear out the mess the burgulars had made of my home because the night before I had noted that I was struggling to face it alone. I was in tears. I had never known anyone do such a kind thing for someone before. After what must have been hours of pleading I finally relented and took him back to my flat to let him survey the damage.