This morning I returned to my place from a nice evening with Dave, (one where he gave me roses with a card telling me what I meant to him and yes I guess that is a very gay thing to do, one guy giving another guy red roses but still it touched me deeply, okay I'll stay away from that mushy stuff this time). The thing that sent me into shock was 'noooooooo don't go' my neighbour was moving out. Yes he is actually a cute little guy, handsome, probably around only 5'6 or 5'7, blond, blue eyes, about 30-ish but also very straight. The real reason I like this guy so much is that he was such a good neighbour. In the five years that I have been here, he has never had a wild party, never had a loud argument or blasted his music past ten. He was also very clean and tidy. I like my apartment because it is a good size but the problem is the walls are very thin. This allows me to hear the people on the other side of my apartment who are not quiet and love drama, so I knew how bad things could get if he was a loud person as well. The important thing was that his apartment was next to my bed room, so quiet is gooood! The only time that he made any noise was when his girlfriend came over, but judging from how long he could last and that he could go more than once a night, I was more impressed by him than annoyed.
The strange thing about being in the city that I find as a former country boy, is that people don't want to be bothered with each other. The result is that I have lived next to this guy for more than five years and never knew his name. Part of me finds that sad, however he seemed to like to keep to himself and I wanted to give him all the respect that I felt he deserved by never bothering him. I always thought I should take the time to just let him know that I appreciate his efforts not to intrude on others people's lives. Maybe he is like me and just shy, maybe he needed me to break the ice. I never got that courage and today as I brought in groceries I wondered if I should say something before he is gone for good, maybe he could care less, maybe it would make his day, he should be told that others noticed his efforts. I always have visions of some rapper-dude, college kid moving in who likes to party all night while blasting music, now I worry what is going to move in after he is gone. Time is running out, I know he will be gone soon, almost all of his stuff is in the truck. I thought maybe I could make a joke out of it and say something like 'oh no you are the quiet neighbor, don't go!' He walks past me but I just could not do it, as I brought in my last bags, I heard him say 'that is everything' he locked his door for the last time and left. He drove away with the moving van, and I left that line of thank you open forever. Strange to live next to someone and not know a single thing about them, I feel a little like I have failed as a member of society somehow. After he left I could not help think, I still never even got his name.