A message reached me in July. I was on the greek island of Crete for my summer holiday. She said we should definitely catch up in August. By the time we had not seen one another for about six months. I was very pleased and touched by her warm words. It was an unexpected but lovely message. And then I started counting down the days. The summer passed. I sent her a message in early september suggesting a possible meet-up date. The date wasn’t suitable, she replied. She must be busy with her work and family commitments, I thought optimistically. It turned October, then November. The excitement vanished, so did the expectation.
December was packed with school arrangements of the kids and Christmas preparations , and all of a sudden, the thought of this unrealised meet-up popped up in my head. I was not disappointed, nor was I upset or sad in any way. Friendships, like other human relationships, seem to fluctuate constantly. As time goes on, close friends become casual friends and then no longer friends at all.
Some friendships avoid that fate. It is almost magical when the few I consider close friends also put me in their “close friend” category, year after year. The connection is mutually acknowledged and cherished. When we catch up for a cup of coffee, the conversation would flow like water. We let time pass by. We let our thoughts fly.