I thought I'd never care again...

Over at Amy's today and we started talking about the people we used to go to elementary with and we were all very close. And Doyle came up, naturally, and she said that he's got like a fo-hawk and that he smokes and hangs out with the poser crowd. This like freaking blew my mind. Coming from the boy who told me he wanted to be in band and go to Mount Royal for music and the same little boy who told me he'd never do drugs or smoke and that he didn't want to be his dad................
*breathing*
Sure we were 8 years old when we first met but I really cared for him and really thought we would be friends forver, and everyone else thought that too. But things clearly changed... So Amy was like ok I'll show you, because I think she knows I still care about him but doesn't say anything about it. So we went on Facebook and looked at his page... yeah, I know...
So, looking at these pictures of him and what he looks like now I still felt the same way that I did when I'd see him when we were 8... It was totally overwhelming, cause I thought I was over all of that... We were all very mature at my elementary and we all went through a lot that kids our age shouldn't have had to go through. Like I honestly had gotten over it and was doing well...
Then in these pictures he's like sitting with the poser-est girls I've ever met in my life, and like we used to make fun of those girls and then there's pictures of him chugging beer...
But then you keep going and there's these pictures of him jumping on the trampolene where we always hung out, and of the pon in his backyard where my dog decided he'd go swimming these couple of days...hahaha... and then there's the picture of him playing with his little cousin and it reminded me of all the times he would help the young kids in like kindergarden when they were crying when we were in Graade 6 and was so great about it...
Ugh... The amount of time I spent with him.
I think things would definately be totally different for the both of us if we would've gone to the same schools or if we hadn't fought the last 3 months we had to spend...
The things we shared and the moments I can't erase them and apparently my feelings haven't been erased either.