The Friend

When I first moved to Tennessee, I had a friend. It was the deepest friendship I had experienced in a long time.

She and I were together pretty much ALL the time. We worked together, cleaned houses on the side. We both had kids, and liked to drink beer with the boys. Looking back, that time was to me what I believe college is to many people.

Moving from LA to Nashville was by far the most amazing, and terrifying, thing I had ever

done.

It was liberating, being someone no one knew after a lifetime of knowing the same people. I was able to leave behind the SHY

Quiet

WallFlower

Anywho....

This friend. I loved her. We had the best time just being girls.

I'm really not sure what happened. There was a boy. Not the way that sounds, he was just her friend, I was his girlfriend. There was history

and alcohol

and jealousy.

Like I said, I'm not exactly sure what happened.

We were friends, staying up late watching movies with our kids....

Hanging out around a bonfire...

And Then We Weren't

The point of my story???

A friend.... actually, the friend that took her place....

Ran into her the other day. She thinks about me, she said. She wants to talk to me, she said. Here's my number, please have her call me, she said.

Now I'm really not sure why, but I don't know if I want to call her.

I miss her, I really do.

But will it will be like an old flame?? Sitting there, the picture of awkward. Two women who once had SO much in common. Now just two women who used to share secrets,

and dreams,

and lives.

Two women, who hurt each other for no reason. Things happen for a reason.

People come into our lives for a season, to teach us and show us, and sometimes to hurt us

so that next time we will be stronger.

Like I said. This was the deepest friendship I had experienced outside of childhood.

I'm not sure I can go through her again.