I think I owe you an apology. Because I think I took you for granted while we lived near each other. More likely, I took for granted the fact that you would always be close by.
You were someone on whom I could depend. In the rare moments when I didn’t feel like being alone, you let me hang out. We could do nothing or something. It really didn’t matter. When I was having a bad day, you let me vent, even when I was irrational and my words made no sense.
You moved away, or I did. But recently, it hit me just how much I miss having you in my life. Sure, I can call or send a text or email and we can keep in touch. But it’s not the same as getting some food and catching up on each others lives.
Since you’ve been gone, I’ve done my typical, less-than-healthy thing where I retreat from social situations. I’ve avoided trying to make new friends because I don’t want to put in the work. I don’t want to invest myself in a new friendship because a part of me fears that whoever they are won’t measure up to the friend you’ve been. You set the bar pretty high.
Thank you for being the friend you were and continue to be. And I hope you can forgive me for wishing that the season of our lives that has passed would come back around to visit us again, even if only for a little while.
Your Far Away Friend