A friend of mine went off to the military for about three years, didn't call or text me after the first month which I thought was weird since he was definitely the sort of person to keep in touch. Anyways, after a while I just assumed he was dead since he had left his expensive PC with me and had been super depressed before he left. Eventually I get a call. It's him. He says he had been injured and his phone had been destroyed, such that he could not retrieve any of his the numbers he had stored in the phone. What's more is his right leg no longer worked. He said I was the first person he thought to call once he got back and he asked me "Hey, do you want to hang out tommorrow?" As if nothing had changed. I had to put down the phone because I was crying. I had never felt so wanted in my life, no one had ever asked me if I wanted to hang out with them, I always had to be the one in pursuit. It was so hard to believe that someone, especially someone like him, would care enough about me to even think to call or to want to hang out. I'll always hold that memory in a special place.