Monday, April 16, 2018

Y.

Our friendship ended in grade 10. She was angry one day, and wouldn’t tell me why. Decades later we got together over a coffee. Now we meet regularly for breakfast with L., sharing laughs, secrets and disappointments. I still don’t know what caused the estrangement. We don’t talk about it. It never happened.

6 comments:

  1. Oh, that would irk me, not talkinga about it. Though I'm glad you are friends again.

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  2. It would irk me too. I don't know if I'd be able to keep quiet about it, not that I'm advocating bringing it up.

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  3. Perhaps now, if you touch that sore spot, it will make what you have impossible. Friendships are fraught with danger.

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  4. It's not really a sore spot anymore. I prefer to leave that door closed.

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  5. I think I read an article or story about a friendship like this but the one who was wronged still wondered and was still hurt about what happened.

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