Lost

Lost: A friendship that I thought would last forever.

We were best of friends in college and you stood up for my first wedding. We lost touch once before, but when we reconnected right before you moved out west, it was like finding my lost sister. You helped me through my divorce, we climbed a mountain together, spent many night on the phone sharing our lives and then it just started to fade. I'm still not sure what happened. I got married, you didn't say congrats, my dad died, you didn't say I'm sorry, I gave birth to a daughter, you didn't return my call and then I heard you were moving again, and still no word that you are even alive. Your mom says you are busy as always, and I suppose that is some comfort in my feeling blown off state of mind. But I'm having hard time accepting that you just don't care. People come and go, but I never thought it would happen with us.

So as you move across the pond to somewhere outside of London, I wish you farewell, both for your move and our friendship. I hope that someday, we can be like sisters again and share a pint of Guinness on the patio of life.