Fourth; February 2007

With everyday our conversation progress and the topics become more and more serious. He is so easy going, and laid back, just like myself. Somehow I feel as though we've clicked. Our sense of humor seems to be identical. We joke around about who would win at Chinese checkers, and which actor would make the best president. The conversation then goes a little more serious, and we begin to talk about ourselves, and who we are as a person. We talk about what we want out of life. We talk about our pet peeves, and our hobbies. It is odd opening up to him, considering I have not seen him for eight months.
We have became very close, in a sibling manner though. Taylor and I are becoming closer and closer as the weeks go by. We talk on the phone everyday, about anything and everything that crosses our minds. We have many problems that somehow the both of us understand, and have some sort of resolution for each other. We both have had a harsh past.
He is barely making it on thin ice as of now.
Things become even more serious when he starts explaining how his past has become his present.

"Being a drug addict is such a harmful disease." he says
"If you do not mind me asking, why do you do drugs?
There is a silent pause.
"They make me feel happy. The worst part of all though is that drugs make you see things that your brain causes you to believe are real. I have permanent marks along my forearms from attempting to remove the "bugs" under my skin." He says, sadly
"I remember those marks" I say.
"When you start drugs, you can not stop. It is an addiction. People that do drugs, usually start and continue doing drugs, to heal the pain"
I respond with a whisper " You looked really sad that day, Taylor."
There is a short pause and he says "I am really sad, Rachel"