It’s funny how we can tell the exact length of our relationships… what caused the demise… how long it took us to get from break up to make up to break up again.
But friendships aren’t so easy to gauge.
What starts as an unreturned phone call can take months, years to finally end.
We hide behind promises of “next weekend”
And “when we aren’t so busy.”
We forget what came so easily
and a life we once appreciated becomes a chore.
I met Jenn when we were 5.
It was easy.
It began with a simple request...
“I’ll be your best friend if you push me on the swing.”
So she pushed me.
And in turn, I pushed her.
Give and take
take and then give again…
We soared the heights of the playground together
And eventually found ourselves adults.
Sharing as much heartache as one can imagine.
Then giving a g a i n.
Recently… after a particularly quiet weekend, I thought of Jenn.
Had she forgotten me?
And then the phone rang.
She missed me.
She gave me something
the simple idea that I was missed.
And I took it.
But as always... while promising to give it back.