My “best friend,” these days referred to as BFF, is someone I have knows since I was 12. We spent many, many happy years together negotiating the ins and outs of adolescence, the trials of college life and the reality of our lives as adults. Unfortunately, we have not lived near one another (plane flight away) for many years and it appears to have taken its toll. I suppose that life has simply gotten in the way. At one time it was just the two of us against the world. Now there are husbands, kids, in-laws and a whole host of supporting cast members who have somehow pushed our once unbreakable bond to the edge. We now see each other maybe once a year, speak infrequently and confront life’s daily issues without one another. We both have made other friends, which has been the case for a long time due to our geographical distance from one another. My husband seems to feel that my fiend and I don’t really have anything in common anymore; that when we get together it is more out of a feeling for the past rather than anything to do with the present. Maybe he is right, but I truly mourn the loss of what we once had. I still think that she would be there for me, be it in the middle of the night or were there some life crisis, but we seem to have lost the daily rhythm which once easily and fluidly pulsed through our veins.
September 21, 2007...9:03 pm
BFF
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