Soren Bowie: Your Eighth Grade Boyfriend

And probably the best thing that ever happened to you

A Note to Minka Kelly About What I’ve Been Up to Since I Stopped Watching Friday Night Lights

Hey. I guess I should have written sooner. I don’t know, I’ve been busy I guess. This probably seems out of the blue but I was driving past a cheerleading practice and I was thinking about you and I just wanted to check in, for old times’ sake. Can you believe it’s been a year already? We used to hang out every night, we’d laugh and laugh together, except when your pretend dad cheated on your pretend mom and you dabbled in being a zealot, then no one was laughing. But that’s long over now.  I know I left things up in the air between us and probably I owe you an apology. I promised you I’d come back and watch those last few episodes of season 2 at some point, hell I promised myself.

But I never did.

I have no idea how long you waited there for me, but when I checked my Netflix instant queue the other day, I noticed you were gone and I’d be lying if I said that didn’t hurt a little.

So, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry. We were just kids. We didn’t really know what we had, or maybe it was just me and I was reckless with your heart. I’m tired of making up excuses for blowing the good thing you and I had, so I’m not going to do it anymore. A man can grow up a lot in a year, I had to go see what was out there beyond Dillon. I dabbled in The Walking Dead, I saw Undeclared, I watched some movie called Troll Hunter. It was terrible. The point is, I’ve seen the world and I realize now how lucky I was to have you with me from the beginning. Except when you were with Jason Street. And Tim Riggins. And that God Botherer at the church. And then Tim Riggins again.

I guess what I want to say is that I miss you like hell, and I bet you probably miss me, watching you in my sweatpants and eating frozen dinners. We should get together and catch up again some time. I hope you’re well.

Clear Eyes, etc.

Soren

  • 14 November 2012
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