Kendall Forbes

When did things change?
It seems like just the other day we were all hanging out, dancing in town, and dealing with dramas that the opposite sex brings.
But now I can’t remember how long your hair is, or whether you have freckles on your face. We spent every day together for years, but now… how long has it been? Months?
No, years.
The changes had probably already begun then. I didn’t know you were in town, you didn’t know I was either. We managed to catch up and it was like old times, just with a few newer faces in the group. Plans for the future were being mapped, but nothing set. And I thought, wrongly assumed, that when it came for the next step, we’d be side by side. Or at least, aware of what the other was up to.
And so you go one way, and stay here. I still think of you as one of my best friends, but you’re not really. I certainly am not one of yours.
Is it the time? Or just the space that has shifted our friendship to the past?
If we ever end up in the same town again, maybe we’ll be friends again too. But for now, let’s just like each other’s photos on Facebook, just to show we’re still there.