the first time i met him, i was 19 — him 17. after an awkward, and, in retrospect, amusing weekend, we went our separate ways… not knowing exactly what our relationship was. officially, i was a college student, and he was a neighboring high-school senior. officially. we were — friends.
weeks later, and we continued to stay in touch over e-mail. he tells me, “there’s somthing i need to ask you.” and, witty as always, i respond “yeah, i know — it’s a question i get asked frequently — a question that used to make me uncomfortable, but a question that i no longer am ashamed of answering — do i wear argyle socks? well, the answer is yes.”
our giddy courtship proceded — he admitted to “wearing argyle socks” as well. he came to visit me a few times at school, and decided to become a student. i guess partially because of me. i made him a compilation cd called “argyle socks” and gave it to him. we were — dating.
over that summer, i came to learn quite a lot about him. his unique family situation. his love of music. his sense of style. his passion. the things that make him laugh, and the things that make him cry. i was crazy about the guy, and we enjoyed our relationship. we were — having fun.
as time went on, he (now a freshman) and i (now a junior) started to realize our lives were not as compatible as we had hoped. there was more inbetween the two of us than just years, though. we tried, in vain, to sort through the issues, but eventually i had to break it off. here he was, living across the hall from me, and… we were — awkward.
time went on, and we continued to grow apart. always cordial, he & i kept a distance that was appropriate, and needed. the night before graduation, i saw him on the olive walk… the night before graduation being a very intense moment of my life. standing there, on the brocks, with that one spotlight shining down on us, he gave me a gift. a cd of his music, called “argyle socks — volume two”. it meant so much, and really erased the years of awkwardness between us. we were — friends again.
after graudation, we hung out a few times before i moved off. in addition to renewing our friendship, we both realized that there was a mutual attraction still there. difficult to ignore, we did ignore it, for the most part. we started talking more frequently — chatting on the phone and using instant messenger. he would always be upbeat, always have some drama, always be cracking me up. “what up home skillet?” would be his opening line. always. we were — having fun.
he came to visit me in february or so of this year. we had a blast. i went to visit him in april of this year. we had a blast. more than a blast. after returning to san francisco, and subsequently moving to london, we still stayed in touch. we had made plans to go to a depeche mode concert together in august, but he had to cancel due to health concerns. we were — growing apart.
today i received news that he is no longer with us — that he committed suicide. i’m not sure how to react — thinking of him and telling our story brings a smile to my face. his personality, his humor, his love. suicide never makes sense.
i miss you already, steve — argyle socks and all.

