*Sally was my ‘person’.
For years, we were in each other’s orbits.
At the height of our friendship, we had dinner together several times a week. We knew the nitty gritty of each other’s lives. We were each other’s biggest champions.
But like with most friendships, our life circumstances changed and so did the intensity of our friendship.
Sally moved interstate to start a new life with her boyfriend, and I moved cities to chase my dream career.
For a good few years, we managed to keep the ‘friendship spark’ alive.
We spoke to each other regularly on the phone. Our Facebook chat was littered with funny GIFs and memes and familiar personal jokes.
We celebrated each other’s successes and we provided a digital shoulder to cry on whenever the other one needed it.
It felt like distance and time was only having a small impact on our friendship, that we would always be a big part of each other’s lives. I thought we had somehow managed to smoothly transition from ‘living in each other’s pockets friends’ to long distance friends.
Then last week, it dawned on me.
I hadn’t actually spoken to Sally in months. I couldn’t remember the last time we had talked on the phone, and our text messages had become fraught with miscommunications.
It was like we were going through the motions, but the ease of our friendship wasn’t there anymore.