We’d known each other since I was a freshman in high school, and you were a senior. You seemed so cool and far away back then, but eight years later, four years didn’t feel like such a chasm. One year after that, we spent Christmas together. One month after that, I was relieved when you said you got a new job and were moving across the country.
“What should we do?” you asked me.
“About what?”
“About us.”
“We shouldn’t worry about each other,” I answered.
You listened, and I’ll always love you for it.