in a hundred words.

“I’ll never forgive you for leaving me,” you say, looking at your shoes. “I’ll never forgive you for taking off without a text, a message, not even an explanation.” You look at me, and I finally see the unshed tears in your eyes. “I needed a friend, I needed you, and you weren’t there. We’ve been best friends for twelve years, and you leaving like that was a slap to my face.”

It was true. I took you for granted. And I’m sorry, more than you could ever know.

“I like your shoes,” I say softly, because this is how we are.

(It doesn’t take a lot to rekindle a sputtering friendship; all you have to do is be honest, the way you were, and try.)