Let’s get straight to the point: I miss you all dearly.
It’s been two decades, perhaps even three, since our friendship first blossomed. Despite our physical distance over the years, there are still moments when the nostalgia hits me with such intensity that it feels tangible. Some days, the longing for our connection becomes a palpable ache, akin to the soreness of a muscle after an intense workout (if I were to actually attend a fitness class, that is). There are unexpected moments when a wave of nostalgia sweeps over me, leaving me momentarily breathless.
As time has passed, we’ve gradually accepted the nature of our friendship—one that will likely remain in its current form for the foreseeable future. Our interactions now primarily consist of texts, emails, Facebook messages, and the occasional phone call, and while I’ve come to terms with this reality, I can’t help but wish for more. I yearn for the days when we could simply walk over to each other’s homes or pick up the phone to say, “I’m bringing wine!” I miss the hours of carefree conversation, the comfortable silences we embraced, and the simple act of borrowing shoes or makeup without a second thought. I miss our ritualistic TV nights spent glued to shows like 90210 and Party of Five.
Throughout the years, we’ve forged new friendships—close ones with neighbors, coworkers, and fellow parents. These relationships have filled some of the void left by our distance, helping us navigate the complexities of life. Yet, they can’t replace the bond we share. Life moves at a dizzying speed, filled with commitments like soccer practices, work deadlines, and countless social gatherings. In the blink of an eye, years can pass us by. But when we finally reunite, whether for a brief lunch during a business trip or an indulgent girls’ weekend, time seems to pause, if only for a little while.
While we may go extended periods without a face-to-face chat, our time together feels as familiar as sitting on the worn couch from our college days. Our conversations may now revolve around family updates and adult responsibilities, but the essence of our connection remains. Behind the layers of nostalgia lies a robust foundation built on shared experiences, enabling us to fill any gaps left by time apart with laughter, warmth, and understanding.
Despite our diverse paths—whether working parents or stay-at-home moms, leaning politically left or right, or residing in different regions of the country—the differences fade into the background. What matters is the depth of our friendship and the strength of our shared history.
We cherish the times we can gather, even if infrequently. During these meet-ups, we catch up on life, sharing stories that bridge the gap between our pasts and presents. We laugh until tears stream down our faces and engage in deeper discussions about challenges we face now—topics that once felt daunting. These conversations are made easier by the unconditional love and support of true friends.
As our time together draws to a close, we embrace, tell each other “I love you,” and start planning our next reunion, slipping back into our daily routines. We focus on our families and nearby friendships while still holding a space for each other. And in between those meetings, we continue to miss each other until the next time we can reconnect, resuming our conversations as if no time has passed at all.
Until we meet again…
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In summary, the bond we share transcends distance and time. Our friendship is a cherished part of my life, filled with laughter, understanding, and a shared history that remains strong despite the years apart.
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