I just got off of the phone with an old friend. It is strange that she called me today, considering my mood. She was my best friend in high school, my maid of honor in my wedding, and probably one of the nicest people I have ever been friends with. Our conversation about her seven month old son, whom I have never seen, and the fact that she said she thinks of me everyday and misses me being there depressed me even more. Time and distance has come between us.

She lives in that town. The one I could never live in again. She has always, and probably will always live in that town. She still sees the people we went to school with. She knows who is pregnant and who is divorced. She knows what is going on with everyone there. It is a strange blast from the past when we talk. Like walking through a scene from a previous life. Sometimes I can't even put names to faces from those years. It makes me nostalgic and sad in some ways. And in some ways, it makes me see how much has changed and how different my life is now. And it reminds me to be grateful that I have changed and that I moved on. But still, I miss her.

Posted by gwendolyn on January 10, 2001 at 03:14 PM