Like No Time Has Passed

I’ve got this friend that I don’t talk to much. It’s not because we don’t get along, quite the opposite. It’s just that we’re both mad busy.

She’s in school, pregnant with her second child, and working. She also lives in Pittsburgh, while I’m stuck in Butler. I have two kids, a full-time job, a side hustle and this whole writing thing I do. We’re busy, is what I’m saying.

She and I have been friends forever. Since high school, if you can believe it. I know, it’s shocking to me that anyone’s been able to put up with me this long. We both love technology, have really eclectic taste in music, shop at second-hand stores and love cats. We love hockey, independent coffee shops, and comic books. We argue about politics and cry about our mothers.

To be honest, we go months without talking sometimes. Like I said, we’re busy. I understand, as time goes on, people fade away from each other. We move, we change, we grow. Or, we don’t grow. I have other friends from high school that I don’t hang out with anymore because I grew up and they didn’t. Or maybe they’re doing it right and I’ve got a stick up my ass. I don’t really think so, given the fact that I really think I’m going to be a full-time writer someday. But I won’t rule it out.

But that’s not the case with this friend of mine. Like I said, we’ll go months without talking. Then one of us will message each other out of nowhere. I’ll send her something I found on Reddit. She’ll message out of nowhere to bitch about something or other. And we’ll just pick right back up like we talked every day.

Like no time has passed.

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